my last confession, is in a moment

and I will admit to it all, at some point,

but I'm exhausted.

i can't give what I don't have.

can't tell you what I don't know,

like

how did we get here?

when did it all begin?

what was the start of it all?

is this the end?

i feel like I know it

i know it

i just can't say it

i'm sorry

this is my last confession

but I don't know which came first

my memory of you, or my attachment to you

did you define me, or did I define you?

did you make me, or did I make you?

was it you or me? was it you and me?

and is this really the end?

maybe one more time

just one more time

one more lie

just one more lie

is this really the end?

i feel like I know it

i know it

i just can't say it

i'm sorry

(maybe one more time)

(just one more time)

(one more lie)

(just one more lie)

(maybe one more time)

(just one more time)

(one more lie)

(just one more lie)