I’m afraid that I have unintentionally painted a lie,
Dressed up and celebrated in sweet short lines.
I’ve told countless renditions of our devastating goodbye,
But never once took ownership for the mistake that’s all mine.
I have a habit of hiding behind a wide innocent gaze,
So when a betrayal occurs, you’re the obvious choice to blame.
But I’m guilty of keeping secrets that will make your head spin,
Manipulate a well-meaning love into a game I want to win.
This time these lines are an obvious confession,
Not coated in honey or a victim of my selfish suppression.
I did something wrong and you never even noticed.
I did something unforgivable and it kills me to know this.