TAKE ME BACK TO THE START

I lie awake every night thinking... is what I am doing right, considered appropriate? The answer is simply obvious because it is a straight NO. But I choose to believe that there ain't no right or wrong anymore; we are all threading on grey areas. Those awful lies and deceitful words, spun into sweet nothings, how will you ever find out? You will never know. Everyone has secrets, everyone has a hideous past, no one is perfect. Sad truth is, everyone's wearing a mask(s), to protect themselves ultimately. Love is just a silly game, played by fools all the same.