Making it up

I'm making everything up just to justify my actions. Yes that's the real subtraction. 

I don't really feel the way I think I feel and neither do you this is just all new and you're looking at me begging me please getting on your knees I can't look away but what do I say I don't love you like I loved you what seems like yesterday.

One spread of word one look of passion and I know it's old fashion but he'll see the truth pass between our glances and he'll want to know what's going on but that's the thing he's no need to worry yet here I am frustrated in a hurry get me out of here fast my patience is long over do no longer to last.

I just want the comfort I just want the affection forget this desseption we use no discretion are we wrong for going this direction

Nothing

Nothing seems to be everything and I find myself trapped in nothing hoping it's everything. 

I was promised the world not once but twice and the first time it was ripped from my hands before I could even breath yet now a second chance seems to be all I need.