Watching the profound sorrow
of villains running the show.
A final whimper of hope.
A somber salutations to the death of freedom.

Taking more than your fair share.
It's not like you even care.

Because you're dressed to the nine.
Ready to galavant and have a good time.

Honey, Ms.Piggy ain't got **** on you.
Color me crazy.
I'm seeing double.

When I'm trying not to be petty.
As my heart hemorrhages at the
thought of true love.

Seeing your happiness is just a
knife in the back.
But it's comforting to know,
I was your stepping stones.

Even if I never feel again.
At least,
I can say I felt.

But why do I have to
pretend being happy..
For the greater comfort
of everyone around me. .

The great lie.
The one I've been telling myself
for ages.
My silent prison.
My own personal hell.

Swimming upstream
against the current
Of a bad dream.

Reality isn't set in stone.
It's more or less a tone.
A calm flicker of light.
In the fight of your life,
are you winning?

I should be happy for you
but I'm not.
I should congratulate you
but I won't.
I should let go of you
but I can't.

I guess, I'm just petty.

What's it feel like?
To have the wonder of love,
shine a light.
On your haunted heart.
Wouldn't it be wonderful?
To feel so alive and full.