This understanding is devolving into deceit
At least from the surface
How naive was I not to think that every word he ever said
Was nothing more than a line from a script to get me into bed
You could have been mine
If only my pride wouldn't make me lie
You cannot deny the way you look at me out of the corner of your eye
And I will admit that it takes every ounce of my energy not to look right back
Cause the living and breathing's getting harder
And I can't just move on
So I'll beg and plead
Please don't paint the picture white
You could have been mine
If only my pride wouldn't make me lie
To hide the weakness inside
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