• You ask I tell and we move on.
    Its a delicate ballet, an intricate lie,
    and life, this masquerade follows onward.
    Just once I want to tell you that I'm okay
    I want you to say: no your not.
    But its okay because we both know it wont happen.
    so the ball will travel onwards.
    the dance will continue.
    and our lies will stand,
    on their own two feet, laughing.