Bottles and white lines
Heart breaks and white lies
"I'm fine" instead of "help me"
Tears that disagree
Love turning into hate
Roommates instead of soulmates
Feelings turning into games
First names instead of nicknames
Pictures we are hiding
Sadness we are finding
We continue talking to others
While your emotions turn into colors
"Do you love me? Do you care?"
Will this bed make anything fair?
Fights until 1 in the morning
When I leave do you feel mourning?
