Bite my tongue, choke back these tears
Swallow my hopes, wishes, dreams, desires.
This life for two fell before my very eyes.
Walking with an allusion, a lie
Let's show them our wonderfully carved smiles
You were always good at pretending
My talents far surpass, I admit
But even the best are blinded by themselves
Now the putrid flesh of your memory clouds my senses
Writhing in agony wasn't in this ideal for two
Still, bite my tongue,
Choke back this vengeful desire,
You know I was always a good actor.
[once again, not good, but perfect description of the situation.]
