usotsuki

i want to be real

more than an illusion

tangible, in a way.

what a farce.

these facades, these masks

too many sides to count,

how can i keep track?

the jig is up.

usotsuki, usotsuki.

every word you speak is a lie

even the ones in your head.

i/you condemn me

and i wish i could undo it

but it’s too late

before cannot be derived from after.

why try?

it’s so much more beautiful,

no matter the dark side,

the price.

the best falsehoods are truth, at least in part or desire.

it’s a lie, isn’t it.