Lies we tell ourselves
For the world we put a brave front on
Yet broken inside
we breathe as if
it's easy to move on
Would it kill us
to acknowledge the pain
That life isn't a love song
Not all of us will
find peace as the
Album goes on
Some of us are beyond repair
Unworthy of saving
No matter who the saviour
When God give up on us
Only hell will open it's door
I was told to write about flowers
They died as the winter went on
I don't see the beauty of it
Writing about happiness is not my style after all