Do pretty words make you feel pretty?
Or are you so full up with
The empty poison of lies and fake smiles
That you have become deaf and blind?
It's 3am, drowning in your grievances,
The ugly arrow of envy,
Weapons of deceit and betrayal.
Caught up in this web of confusion,
Did you ever really love them?
And did they ever even look at you?
Why are you sad?
Why do you cry?
Each useless tear tears you apart inside.
And you think to yourself,
'Is it all different now?
No more happy times, no more happy smiles,
Only sad, guilty goodbyes..."
Your imagination will never be reality.
