the lives we fake compensate for lost opportunities. and i can see everything i fought so i would never be crowded with confidence but proud of every lie i live. i turn the weighted side of my face to this savage new adultery. i forgot the only love i lost, briefly. i m tired of finding new ways to hurt myself, with care. so bury yourself in your loss if you re willing to peel off this mess of skin that s grown on me. so bury your memory of the good you saw in me. i ll reveal all the treachery when i m done and your motionless.