Each day is like living with out no meaning
each day is like living with out no feelings
i never thought love would be so hard
i never thought death and pain would be so real and true
it's like a part of me wanted to eat the poison apple and see what will happen when my life is gone and over
i keep telling myself i love her and I'll take care of her
to the point where
i keep myself up all night and day
to watch myself slowly break down into pieces and tears
i try to keep my eyes open and show my mind that she just a fake and not real
she just a fake image that my lonely mind made up to make fun of my loneliness in life
no matter what it is
she a fake
and she always will be
no matter how many tears i drop and bleed
she will always be a fake thing i made up...
no matter how much i want to be with her
she will always be that fake thing I'll always create when I'm alone and sad....
