its 12:30 Friday night, and I am writing to you to let you know that I lied to you.
I lied, and yes I lied. when you hate the truth so much, of course i lied. when you are asking so hard for a lie, for an easy, comfortable lie, of course i will not disappoint you. I hate to see the sadness in your eyes just as much as you hate it. when you enjoy taking care of all these little dramas, of course i lied.
You needed your nights to be calm, I took the storm from you, now its with me. sleep tight.