Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Fake

Guns to heads
Smiles plastered
Webs of lies all converge
History between us is spent as the truths occur
But what was the point, we both lied
Fingers in triggers and eyes locked
Backstab after backstab we pretend we didn't care
But with each lie we told we loaded another bullet never breaking our stare
Funny how it works how we both acted hurt
Despite the fact we both planned to paint the pavement red in the end
Crawling over each other trying to be first
What's the point we both ended up crawling in the dirt
Covered in blood from each shot
Lost count of how many
Maybe that's how we got caught
Fake friends to the end
That's what we were both meant to be
Now both thinking we have won as we die on ground
We hear others final vows
You will never be like us but yet you hold a gun
Everyone stares and makes the vow while already loading a shot
Hypocrites, fools
You are all so much fun when staring down loaded guns
Forever lie causes the same fake friend
Each lie causes a fake boyfriend
Yet you all hold lies in the chamber ready to loose
We might as well all be tying a noose