" fake it till you make it."
no.
do you know how many times people have said those exact words?
And then one day faking it is too much and making it is too far away, now they are gone and we no longer fake and make it.
we cry for them now, but they've already cried for us.

How do you love the empty air
For it seems as though it does not care
Or perhaps it does
Perhaps it loves free
But I wonder because
I hoped it loved me