Every Day, I Live A Lie But

I Hate The Very Human Inclination Towards Insensitivity

You Called Me A Natural Con Artist And Asked Me What Other Secrets I Was Hiding. I Didn't Answer Because I Already Knew, In Some Deep, Primal Way, What Furtive Truth You Were Referring To: That I Was Destined To Fall In Love With You.

I Can Let My True Self Shine In Front Of God.

We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

Every Day, I Live A Lie But Not The Crocodile Kind.