I walk into the room.
All the sparkling lights,
and glittering off of the
sparkling champagne flutes.
Put out the lights behind you eyes,
you were never quite satisfied,
and it's just fake.
No more laughing while we dance,
the corsets are
wearing us too thin,
and...it's just
too fake.
I don't want your flighty love poems,
or secret looks,
they're all a lie, a phony,
a way to cheat
me into happiness.
It's just fake.
Pull off the smile,
and watch it break.
What I want from you,
is probably less than
you can give:
Not a dress,
not a diamond.
Not a pretty poem
describing all the things
you never really felt,
and definetely not a ring.
I want the truth, not a fake.
