You tell me things I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know because I don’t want to be tempted. Tempted to use it to my advantage, Tempted to revert back to a time where people’s emotions were a game I played so fucking well.
I time where I said just enough, At just the right moment, To destroy lives. While comforting my own.
Your existence sings at the person I really am. The person who fucked a married man, While his wife, Cooked us dinner in the next room.