And we are all so used to pretending.
It runs in the family, eh?
It’s pathetic how we are all pretending. All.
How the true colors are hidden, how we are so ashamed of ourselves that we reinvent a new identity. It’s all pathetic.
It’s pathetic how I have to be so wary, of what I talk about.
It’s pathetic how I have to make sure our lies complement.
It’s pathetic how I have to pretend somethings, some people never existed.
Do you understand?
It’s fucking pathetic.
I know you tried hard.
We all did.
I see the effort.
I hate how I can never be true.
There is just so much to hide.
And these people that think they know me, they don’t.
They’re all living in lies I’ve told.
Different people, different lies.
Scattered pieces of this jigsaw puzzle.
I will make sure it never gets solved.
It won’t, ever.
And you think you know me.