realization

I see those second glances
Those awkward goodbyes
And the repeated second chances
There is no doubt in my mind
That the thing you call a heart has fed me only lies
But my eyes are not blinded by your mediocrity
Those lips of yours I know are shared
You think I will be with you so faithfully
Truth is I'm better off dead
But I ask what would happen if I declared
My love for you so damn fake
Would your cliche mask fall away
Or would losing me be a risk your'e willing to take?