In Vain.

Where is your shirt?
Pick it up from the floor,
It's covered in dirt,
Your lies are so poor.

Take me out on the boat,
And promise me your heart,
Tell me it's to me you dote,
And we'll never be apart.

But we know better,
You know we do,
My eyes are getting wetter,
Why do you make me blue?

I'm aching through every pore,
I'm oozing bones and broken parts,
Tell me who we are doing this for,
Stitching and plasters won't heal our hearts.

We all fall from the stars,
We all experience pain,
And when we look at our scars,
We'll know we put them there in vain.