Kind of Lie

And I was looking at him and I knew that he was living a lie. That he didn't want to be there next to her, that he wanted to be next to some guy. Next to some guy. And that only made me matter. I could deal with it not being me (even though I couldn't), at that, that was just a kick in the teeth. Even though, had it been me, if I had been there, I guess it would've only been a different kind of lie. And I don't know which one is worse. The lie to myself, the lie to him, the lies to her. I'm pretty sure she's the only one who comes out clean in any scenario. Well, she doesn't come out clean. But she isn't an aggressor. What am I saying? She's the victim, Option A or Option B. And victims are never clean.