Fake like my smile, fake like the glance of my eyes please, keep telling me your sweet lies! They keep me alive.
I do not mean to pry but I just can't lie, I need to know the truth even if I will die.
Why, why is it a surprise that I keep searching in your eyes, I do not mean to pry but I'm looking for your lies.
Not lies like you love me because I know these already, lies like I'm going to be fine because these keep me steady.
Do you think I will ever be ready?
To live in this world full of cold,
Or will I die under the eye of the old?
My story will never be told.
When I die the memories die too,
I will mean nothing to any of you,
A stone I will not know,
A coffin is the way to go.
Not a single tear will fall,
Because my life was so small,
Not a single person cared for me at all.
I don't even have a picture on your wall, where loved ones pictures stand so tall, because I was nothing but the unloved who finally went on to fall.
Now you can all have your ball.
