precious illusions
You only think you know me...a little bit of something, well it's better than nothing
the people talking and screaming and shouting and laughing
the voices like bullets, like rain drops, like thunder, like claping
the house made of cards, made of dreams, made of glass is now cracking
under expectations, illusions, and assumptions they're stacking
ontop of the girl with the eyes full of fear, full of wonder
the pressure to be what they see will pull her under
until nothing is left of her mind, her soul, or her passion
and everything she is is just as they have imagined.
I'll miss you
the people talking and screaming and shouting and laughing
the voices like bullets, like rain drops, like thunder, like claping
the house made of cards, made of dreams, made of glass is now cracking
under expectations, illusions, and assumptions they're stacking
ontop of the girl with the eyes full of fear, full of wonder
the pressure to be what they see will pull her under
until nothing is left of her mind, her soul, or her passion
and everything she is is just as they have imagined.
I'll miss you