I'm seeing now what ot was.
But I want to believe in the innocence of that I thought it was.
But that is called: deception.
And while I thought you were deseving me the whole time, maybe it was me.
I'm seeing now what it was.
Even though I'd rather deny it and blame it all on you.
But I'm seeing it now for what it always was.
There's no use in blaming it on you.
Ther's no way denying it.
It was me.
I desieved myself.
YOU ARE READING
confusion's illusion
Romancea love story. well the one side of it. And a cluster of random other parts of my story.
