You say you know me,
But you don't.
You say you'll "own" me,
But you won't.
These lives we lead are nothing but a sham of shambles.
We say we know our selves, that we know each other.
Tell me, when did the world turn to lies?
Better yet, tell me, when did it start feeling good to lie.
Was it the day that the realization that one could make anyone believe anything? Or was it the day one realizes they could, and would lose it all, if they told the complete and whole truth?
Let it all go.
Then move on.
Nobody knows (me) anymore.
And maybe I like it that way...