Do I lie to well? Can I fool you into thinking that I feel...for you? Of all the people in this world you? Could you think that for a second, a moment, you could be the last thought through my mind that is less then coherent? Are my hands yearning to grasp your throat instead of this embrace? I won't let go.
Do you think that I could fool myself?
I was in a mosh pit today. My legs are covered in bruises that hurt and look really nasty. Just thought I would let you know.