I started to write
And it wasnt poetic.
I started to sing
And it doesnt sound like I wanted.
I started to act
And it doesnt feel real.
I started to care
And I got broken.
I wanted to cry
And no one wants to comfort me.
So, I drifted to sleep
And have my fantasy
But what I got is nightmare.
I started to look
But all I see is darkness.
And then, there was you
Standing glory in white.
You were faceless
And I saw you smile.
Thought you were my savior
But you werent.
