maybe we'd be better off if your lies were more immaculate, if your feeble attempts at victory actually succeeded. maybe if you were less pathetic it would brighten up my day a teeny bit seeing you weave periodically in and out of my life. maybe if you'd be less absorbed in your own selfishness this fucked up rift could be made more bearable even if it means reliving the nasty memories we shared. maybe if you would put aside your fucking indifference and quit being so obstinate about your own puerile beliefs we could sing the same line in the same song, again.
maybe i don't really know you anymore (not that i would want to, anyway)
