You're a liar. Such a liar.
You lie to your girlfriend, but she'll never know.
Because you'll never, ever tell her.
You'll never tell her about that one time you almost kissed Tori that night in her bedroom. Or how it was only because Jade was such a bitch to you.
And that's your excuse. You can screw up, but she can't. What's wrong with that?
What's wrong is that you can't have it both ways. After all, you're the one who missed her.
You're a pretender. Such a pretender.
You pretend that you really care when Jade is upset. But you don't really.
And you don't love her either; you only love when she gets jealous. It... fascinates you.
It makes you feel powerful to send her eyes to the ground in shame, even though she's not always in the wrong.
But guess what.
It. Hurts. Her.
You said you'd never fall in love with anyone else.
You lied, because you fell in love with Tori.
The least you could do is tell her the truth rather than make her suffer.
She suffers. Do you know that?
Of course you do.
She loves you. Do you know that?
Of course you do.
Broken promises, forgotten dates, emotionless kisses, untold hate.
She falls apart; you look away.
Are you a man?
No. You're a liar. Such a liar.
A/N: I'm kind of in a melancholy mood, I suppose. Review with your opinion if you want.