There are little lies I tell myself
“I’m over you” is quite a popular one
“I don’t love you anymore” is as well
Lying is what I do for fun

I hear you’ve changed, inside and out of your clothes
Hiding who you are from everyone
Yet failing because everyone still knows
Lying is what you do for fun

“But it’s good money” you whisper, alone
In the cold, as your mascara runs
The whole time I, well, I have known
Lying is what you do for funds

Open your eyes
Not the ones on your face
Which look to the skies,
Open your eyes

The eyes of your heart
The one in your chest
The ones blind from the start
The eyes of your heart

See what has been
Right before you
What you ended before it could begin
See what could have been

Does it **** you
To know what we had
Which you threw away too soon
Tell me, does it **** you?

Does it **** you?
Because it kills me, too.