I was satisfied being in love with lie.

Things used to be, now they're not.
Anything but us is who we are.
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers.
We've become public enemies.
We walk away like strangers in the street.
Gone for eternity.
We erased one another.
So far from were we came.
With so much of everything,
How did we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E.
Hatred and attitude tear os entirely.

Let's play the blame game.