When I know you’re a liar, lying to me right now.
Yet, I give you time and attention.
I hear my instinct saying, ‘Unique! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you bothering? You know he’s mentally screwing YOU!’
I love your voice, loved your voice, I adored the attention.
I accepted your lies, for nanoscopic specks of affection.
The Mindgame was a game played by two.
You believed I believed you and I knew the truth.