Your words are like air, full of life, void of despair.
Your lips don't allow them to pass, and they disappear fast.
They're getting lost in your head, along with all that I've said.
But somewhere, they'll stay. Somewhere, always locked away.
Your words are like air, void of pain, filled with care.
But certain things you've seen, are not so serene.
They'll stay locked with me, until you decide to let them free.
And with me, they'll die, because every word you speak is a lie.
You're reason is so strange, but there's no effort to change.
You use the lies to stay alive, and the lies use you to thrive.
It hurts me because it hurts you, and it'll continue until you're true.
I will make you okay, even if it takes me all my days.
Your heart is slowly dying, and love, I've been trying
To stop your heart attack, but no amount of love will bring it back.
My attempts are not working, I fear, but, just as long as you remain here,
I am your friend, and you'll never be alone again.
