Don't lie to me.
I know it's an impossible thing to ask;
We are always lying, lying our lives off, acting some ingrained, meaningless part.
I know it's hypocritical of me to ask,
I know I am lying,
But I would love to see us without the fabric of our lies--
We would be beautiful, naked in our now-known truth.
For a moment...
We cannot hope for more than a moment of truth.