i dont think i knew what i had
Voltaire said marriage was for wimps, in much fancier words of course.
What happened to you
You've played the victim for so long now in this game
What i thought was true
It's made of fiction and i'm following the same
But if I try
To make sense of this mess I'm in
I'm not sure where I should begin
I'm falling, I'm falling
Now I'm in over my head, with something i said
Completely misread, I'm better off dead.
And now I can see, how fake you can be
This hypocracy's beginning to get to me.
It's none of my concern
Why look to me because I don't believe in fame
I guess you never heard I've met our makers
They don't even know your name
But if I had to say goodbye to leave this hell
I'd say my time has served me well
I'm falling
I'm falling
Now I'm in over my head, with something i said
Completely misread, I'm better off dead
And now I can see, how fake you can be
This hypocracy's beginning to get to
This came long before those who suffer more
I'm too awake for this to be a nightmare
What's with my disgrace I lost the human race
No one plans for it to blow up in their face
Who said it was easy to put back all these pieces
Who said it was so easy to put back all of these pieces
Now I'm in over my head, with something I said
Completely misread, I'm better off dead
And now I can see, how fake you can be
This hypocracy's beginning to get to me
Over my head, better off dead
Over my head, better off dead
ALRIGHT
Funny how you lay in bed for hours thinking about one person. No, its not actually its pathetic. Plan a trip to Pittsburg just to have that very person act like i'm the idiot for planning it out carefully.
After a break-up, is everything you ever shared together a lie? i think no. The experiences are still special and true. love tarnishes, you care less and less until suddenly your just dragging each other down and frustrating each other. Once forgiveness and trust disappear so does passion. I'm not suffering, just sick of arguing.
Should you be ashamed to have it better than others? No, we're all luckier than someone else (hopefully). Prejudices inevitably develop. This cess pool of opposing view smells like shit. You wait for that call and when your phone rings you hit silence out of rage for waiting so long, yet you stared at the phone for hours. Funny thing about goals is once we achieve we set new ones, sequels. Once you beat the game you desire for a new one to kill. Life is about stealing happiness. There is no romance, just unconscious desires to serve the self. And in those few, special selfless moments where the true motive is simply to please, the receiver so often misinterprets or does not accept the sincerity.
When you trust someone and they mock you, your self-esteem crumbles alittle. Yeah, i get angry and have low self- control