I continue to gain interest and deminish all evidence of the torture you bring to my mind.

I'm sorry if you lied multiple times and expect me to stand right behind.

Until this day did I realise it was a crime to feel
Until this day did I realise it is you that gets the appeal.
Your not completely fake but only 1/4 real

what makes you think you can just steel?
Do i not shed tears or feel for fear?
Fear that your fables and stories are near?
or fear that your thoughts are generic? its simple...
This story is a loose toothe waiting to be popped out and i'll be doing the popping.