How did I cover up what's inside, when so much is being shown on the outside?
How did I cover up the truth with a inevitable lie?
How have I resorted to something other than drowning?
In my own tears for Gods sake where's your common sense of mind?
How did I make it up?
How did I fake it?
The pieces left for me to grab, to get creative with have all shattered to beyond dust.
There's nothing left for me to pick up.
How did you not notice my constantly wet eyes?
The way I was constantly dying inside,
And on the outside there was nothing but lies,
Fake lullabies to lure you to sleep, to dream of something other than me.
There's no mist left on the mirror, there's no letter for you to read.
I hope you realize that this attempt was full of pride.
Nothing more than snide remarks, pulled off parts.
Pride at my ability, my knowledge, of knowing how to attempt and succeed.
Not in following my dream, but ending up in a place where no one lives anymore but me.
