PAIN IS ART
Through people's eyes, they saw perfection in the making
Through our eyes, we saw love
But no one ever guaranteed the genuineness
Truth is that I see it melting everyday
And yet I linger on the lie that keeps playing in my head
It’s worst than a broken record because I can’t discard you that easy as I wish
And I find myself crying for those words you speak with messages hidden in each, but you say its not true and I’m just overreacting so you wipe my tears with sand paper and tell me everything will be alright and I will eventually get over what I wanted more in the world, and in years from now it won’t hurt as much as it did today. I thought broken hearts were a thing in the past, but I guess I was wrong. Oh how wrong I was indeed. And if I swallowed a knife right now, it wouldn’t hurt, but I think I would choke on the memories you tuck inside me.
I can’t make up my mind if it’s easier to let go of the dove now before its too late to erase the pain or should I just stay with lip gloss on my face. And I thought you were so beautiful when we first met, but now you wear a mask on your face, a disguise to cover up what you are and, were all along. Tonight I’ll let it slide but I know that our biggest fans will begin writing hate mail for letting them down. I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY WITH THAT.
Through our eyes, we saw love
But no one ever guaranteed the genuineness
Truth is that I see it melting everyday
And yet I linger on the lie that keeps playing in my head
It’s worst than a broken record because I can’t discard you that easy as I wish
And I find myself crying for those words you speak with messages hidden in each, but you say its not true and I’m just overreacting so you wipe my tears with sand paper and tell me everything will be alright and I will eventually get over what I wanted more in the world, and in years from now it won’t hurt as much as it did today. I thought broken hearts were a thing in the past, but I guess I was wrong. Oh how wrong I was indeed. And if I swallowed a knife right now, it wouldn’t hurt, but I think I would choke on the memories you tuck inside me.
I can’t make up my mind if it’s easier to let go of the dove now before its too late to erase the pain or should I just stay with lip gloss on my face. And I thought you were so beautiful when we first met, but now you wear a mask on your face, a disguise to cover up what you are and, were all along. Tonight I’ll let it slide but I know that our biggest fans will begin writing hate mail for letting them down. I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY WITH THAT.