And it seems the truth of it all means that we are all liars.
And the liars always have the most beautiful smiles.
How else can they hide honesty?
Hearts are all the same.
Yours no different than mine.
But it’s how we choose to act on it all that makes us... us.
If trust is like blood to a heart then lies are like water in your lungs.
Look at you. Those gorgeous eyes. Those cute dimples.
Blind are we.
Blind.
If only I could take you into further into time,
So you could see what really gets you far.
