There Is No Such Thing As Perfection
It feels surreal to be the cheater,
No longer the one who sheds the tears.
Almost fake this feeling in me,
Creeps throughout as truth appears.
I am aware that you will find out,
The injustice that I have committed.
I kept making sure that you were being faithful,
While I myself went out and cheated.
I feel guilty for betraying you,
For lying to you, and playing this stupid game.
But what can be done now that it's over?
I am now buried in the shame.
You and I fell for each other too fast,
We thought that everything would just work out.
We lived in an unrealistic world with fake situations,
We had no clue what true love was about.
Now I look at us, and we're just children,
We tried to undertake this role.
I couldn't handle our situation,
The constant heartache and costly toll.
So I went out in search of comfort,
Looking for someone to hold me near,
I made the mistake of lying; I tried to push this secret aside.
I just could not ignore this desire any longer,
Feelings of loneliness no longer wanted to hide.
I must say that I believed you too,
And was misled by words you spoke,
You had me thinking that things wouldn't change,
That our present situation would not provoke.
I realize that we both made a mistake in this,
But I cannot say we didn't try.
Maybe some things are meant to work,
While others just get destroyed and die.