But you never needed growing up back then did you?
Not when we were one.
And not when everything was certain.
But now, oh now,
Your world has fallen apart.
Its over, we've all said our goodbyes.
And even had our cries.
But not once since I've ended this little charade have I cried.
My night used to be filled with sorrow,
A longing for a lost love,
But now all I see is an illusion shattered.
And the man behind the mask is not a man at all but a boy.
A boy whose shame he does not yet know for reality is not the place he lives often.
To pretend and live a fantasy is much better for thee.
So I have come to find that this man nay this boy,
Has nothing to offer but an empty promise and empty words,
That mean little to me.
