Strength is not hardness
A stone is not strong
Hardness is weakness
It hurts others
Weakness is brokenness
And is seen without value
Strength lays in the ability to be a monolith
Lay the stone atop another stone
Unmoving, changing with the passage of time
Boundary is value
Worn but ever-constant
Character is sacrifice
Structures are built
You cannot throw a wall
You must evolve
Walls are meant to be torn down
You must not hide
There is strength in breaking what you've built
History is not waiting for you
Your bare hands must build anew
Time will happen upon your flesh
Death will defeat time
This stone you stand before
Is a taste of what is to come

There is a wonder I have of creatures
The sky is ridden with stars
Can they see them?
And do they wonder and awe at the dots on what should be a blank sky

There is a wonder I have of mine
Is their dreaming before the dawn of time?
Are we dreaming in utero?
Who created our dreams?
Was there ever a time we did not exist
Is the past but a figment?

You are most disappointed when I say--with eyes downcast
---"You were right about me..."
So much loss in what you put on the betting table
Prejudiced words are powerful
You can't believe you said that about me
If only you could take it back
And all I see is your pained expression trying so bad to be disguised as a smug mug
There is no winning when you expect people to be defined by what you think of them
God's eye can see your thoughts
I hope He gives you more

It was bright and the sun peeked behind the clouds
So much learning
So much joy
So much hope

My Dear Friend
Purchased for you is this life you now take for granted
You resist birth, wishing to limit your experiences to the navel of your mother.
Accept this request I have of you
Resist leaving what you fought so hard to avoid
This place is harsh and winding
In its shadows lurk unfriendly shades of evil
Cornered, they are taking from you every inch of life you were given
Fight, cower not
If you cannot laugh, smirk.
That upward curve will defeat bit by bit the solid wall that is blocking out the light that longs to illuminate your face
Winning is not the goal of this inward battle
It is to bring the fight outside of ourselves
Into the streets
Into the schools
Into our art
Be a light
Illuminate outwardly
Every child struggles to fight the experience called Life
Don't forget that
It is our duty to face the storm of living
To be the sun that makes the flowers in every child grow
Define your life by choosing life.
Never give up
The journey is happening
Hold your heart out
Let's go

The calendar that changes paintings every month
The friendships that pass on to the next life
The house that once stood for home
The filled notebooks, once empty
The prayer that passes through the crack of sadness
Proof that life is not emptiness
Phrases and proverbs that unwrap their meaning
As life happens before my very eyes
My mind is born like a child
Suddenly time is quick
She is opening her eyes
Oh, beautiful infant
So kind so wild
I pray that you will be kind to life
I know you will be treated fairly
Your reality is truly one of your own making
And if you ever find that you have been dealt cards that cut
Do not throw the deck away
Life is but a limited stack
Play with charm
And never cheat
For death is the lover of life
And will gladly take away what you have at stake
Fear nothing of what I say
Truth and pain wake up the senses
Losing one's way is never easy
Just pinch yourself
Bad dreams go away
Eventually

When we feel love
We feel pain as well
Pain from the ecstasy of feeling
Wanting to feel pain
As a result of guilt from being too happy
We end up thinking too many things
So why? My question is 'why?'
Why love?
When there is no escaping from the jaws of love
The hungry, starved lion of love
That seeks to be caressed and nurtured
The bawling infant, love
That is assumed to be a perfect child
Until it demands for more than your attention
She will grow to break your heart.
She will take from you everything
She will give back so close to your death
As you age and lose sensation in your hands
She will hold them
Her smile will reflect your missing teeth
Her tears will make you feel again
'O child' you will croak
'I see His face'
Her questioning eyes will ask
Of what grace, of what reason
Did you love this life?
When everything laced with God does but live
You have lost your sight
Your eyes betray your lack of grasp on reality
A stormy charade of time
Takes you slowly
Why? My question is 'why?'
Why love?
So far removed am I from Him
O mother leave me not
During this time of navigating the rocky waters of life
My soul will be laid out to dry
I need to be drenched by your presence
I long to remove all trace of sadness
All my memories were of the golden youth
That is locked in heaven
Returned to me only after the promise of death
O dear Lord why? My question is 'why?'
Why love what He must eventually take?
I am not finished
This question seeks wisdom
And wisdom is carved marble
It will be revealed in the end

Here's something that I want you to have
It's a piece of my heart
A little bit of me
Maybe we can work on it
If you take it carefully

A little bit of love
Could really help
My world just fell apart
And I've been stalling on somebody to love

So take this broken piece
And we can work on it
I could give you all of me
But we can create something special
With just this bit
I have the rest of the chipped broken pieces
And slowly we can fix the rest

You and I can create a place to belong
Where I can open up my mind
If I make you feel loved
Please don't neglect it
My smile is only because of yours

All we have is just a part of me and you
Let's hope we never finish
Painting the living room

You've stoked a flame that will never fail
It's a warmth that I will fondly feel
I hope you and I will become something real

Somewhere in the future
You will be more than a strange man

There is a way of saying in my language
"Opinion without evidence"
you are in my opinion
Somebody with attributes
I will be happy, content, and joyous, with.

I also believe you will find your way to happiness
And that happiness' way
Is towards me.
I am unlike others you have met before
I am a grasshopper
I'm bouncy
And I always have an adorable way
Of falling in an awkward position

How I wish I could find you in the sea of people crowding my eyes
I'm a visually hungry
I am of wandering faith

I only yearn
Approval

I live my art
I am covered up
I am a big erasure
I am Chati's art embodied
I am small
Or trying

it's good for me, love
it makes me beautiful
It's good for me
It gives me a look of glowing health
I look at you with love
Because I want to receive what I give
Even if you don't give it back
I have already taken by projecting
I have projected unto you
The person you wish to love
I am perfected in your eyes
I am molded using perception
It's true, it may sound selfish
But love is not for us
It's supposed to be good for me
Before it can be good for anyone

Used to be a study in contrast
Wept a little
Laughed a lot
Sundays we go to Church
Back when I was young
I loved so much
Money meant dirt to me
And dirt meant the World
In my grasp
It felt so simple
My eyes could see
Without prejudice

Now I am older
Much has passed
Pain and life
Go hand in hand patiently
I went away
My body remained
Mind astray
Is there a way to win?
Is there a way to make it?
We're all stuck to this ground
That we end up in
I urge you
Not to let your kite fly too high
Or God with cut you down
I urge you
Not to dream too big
Lest you persevere through the chisel of painful perfecting
It's all I've learned
It's hardship
I take these steps
Inside this safe room
Four walls
Made of doors
This is my life
I lie much
Or the truth becomes inflated
It floats higher and higher
Until nothing is left
Everything given to a life of imagination

I walk to veer to the left of the line
I keep a slack hold on my mind
Nobody tells me what I think
I don't tell myself not to sink
Deeper and deeper into the gutter
I make out words I tend to stutter
My father tells me I write satire
I try to keep my mind towards  martyrs
I am so very fond of suffering
I don't mind pain it feels like an offering
An empty hand that is well received
My intention falls to the right of the aggrieved

I live in a divided country
Brainwashed by anti-propaganda
The rich hate the poor
The poor could do without the rich
Rural life would be simpler
But the temptations of the city are inhaled
By lungs that die every knock on the window
It's understood
An agreement between the person sitting in the car
And the poor boy begging for alms
I lift my hands and look at it
Front and back
My lines have become undefined
Like a spirit about to escape the atmosphere of earth but pulled back by a force
There's a glitch
My mind is in bits
My vision goes in and out of focus
My stare dead
I feel myself disappearing
And in my place
A richer, cooler, collected person arises
From the ashes
I read my face in the car mirror and see shadows that spell out "Good Girl"
There is a face in the window
What the beggar sees is what he is not
What I see is what I have
Now I open the window and give him alms
What am I giving?
What does the poor receive?
A blast of air-conditioning
A smile of good-intentions
A pitiful amount
On the poor's young hands
I am not giving him what he wants
"I want so many things"
He gets so little
Poor little middle to upper class people
Comparing themselves to everyone
The middle child of the country
I'm rich, I have nothing until I have you
having enough of everything
Is not enough anyway
Possessed by the world
Demons in our ears
Our money is our poverty.
There is a hive that is being built in us
To set our body to work
To work in the Factory of Death
The line of my hands are losing definition
I escaped my conscience
At least in this moment
I am a faultless woman
I want to love my country
My life is a lie
Poverty kills dreams

There are many thoughts that escape my conscience
I don't know where they escape to
The deep parts of my mind that I don't visit?
I try to think disconcerting thoughts
Rather than exercise my memory
I think my mind is strong
And it will be an ***** that will remain functioning
Once I turn into a vegetable
My mind will function and sin
It will fantasize fetishistic acts
Plot ******
Question God
Think condescending thoughts
When my father who is very kind
Cries over my cold unmoving mass
I will curse people I don't like with satan's words
I will write my eulogy
And no remorse will pass my preoccupied mind
And then let's see what will happen when I wake up
A new woman
Ready to ****.

Gender roles
Peaches
Poles
Backgammon played by the Camp Counselor
Whatever your gender is
It matters not
Because love will always cause pain
Before any pleasure
Whatever way you spell ***
However you grab or pound
It's crazy how a crush can lead to a pen

There is a small gap between you and me
Some may call it a cavity
It aches
It's fixed with filling
They pile it high
It has a tendency to rot away
And then there is no bridge that connects us
A gap that divides us
You cannot build something over that
Through the crack I see your joy
And everyday I seem to cause some pain
To my refrigerated heart
By looking at the crevice
That divides us

Are my mistakes causing rushed thoughts?
Am I making a mistake?
Is my mind in the wrong place?
Too many questions
Too much thinking
Too much sinking
I feel rushed
Smushed
Pushed
Hushed
Discussion is long
I don't feel the love
I have been doing the bad thing
I have been mixing the wrong things
Taking daily medicine
To cure my ill
I have shame to deal with
I rush and mumble my songs
And shake and tremble my paragraphs
I'm afraid I won't stop talking
I'm afraid I won't stop hallucinating
Fantasizing
Criticizing
Rationalizing
Always stroking myself
Others
Stroking
I love that band
Maybe they're stroking my pain
I'm in so much pain
I can't even feel any of the pain
I just think I feel it
But it's not really felt
I'm jumping from one idea to another
I know
I verbalize
I narrate
Every breath I intake
I suggest
Salivate
Enunciate
***
***
***
***

metaphorical balaclava
Something you said last night
SMS
SMH
Wired brain
Wired body
Let's go get some tonight
OK
I said OK
Let's runaway
We're not gonna get married
But I love the way you make me feel
Alive
Alive again
Alive
Immoral
Untied
Breaking the rules
And it's not for you
I'm not doing it for you
It's so beautiful

Many years have passed
Since I first felt someone's goodness
That slow enveloping of your smile around my body
Your well-intended words creeping its way to my mind
I was so naive
Believing it was the real thing
I cannot be that way again
Because love does not bring out the best in us alone
It does not caress our cheek or make me smitten with smiling eyes
Love brings out the worst in people, most of all
Many years have passed
You're soft hand on my hair is fondly remembered
Soon it will be 8
And I have only finally made sense of it now
You did the worst possible thing to me
And I am being the worst possible way I could be
Although now I understand
That between the two of us
Only I am given choice
And you have spent all of yours

Being Young
Is like a windy day with a cloudy sky
The years seem to never catch my fancy
And the soil doesn't remind of anything
Thinking Young
The remnants of memories are so precious to me
Many years have gone and I still don't want to forget
Many times I want to take it with me
Seeing the Young
They run so fast and free
The weight of their body seems unnatural and unsteady
The soil feels different in my hands
It's *****. (She feels her youth, it's gone away.)
And the pictures make me smile and cry
I never thought they would be the lasting images
Of times I'd only see again today
I am 24 going 25
And I feel no weight from my life
The sleep is uninterrupted by harshness
It is something I do not wish upon myself
I think my father prayed for my happiness
And although I have not lived
I am accustomed to only one way of life
I sometimes cry
About light matters
Yes, death and suicide and separation
These are on my mind
But nothing is worse than a poem
That is somebody else's poem
That is written by a life unprepared for greatness
Unless I desire for fullness of life
Adventure will need to come to me
And I will always bemoan over being the victim
So let me not be a victim
Of my own lazy-***
How about we see what's out there, at last
It may not be a jungle I will cut through
Or I may not discover a rare exotic butterfly
But I know adventure is the game to join
Stay with a friend
Gird your *****
And fall in love
It's not about living the best life
But living when you see your worst side
How can you know yourself
If you've never finished the race
Or gone through a crowded place
Where the music is loud
And your friends are jerks
The drinks are cheap
And your life feels steep
Standing close to someone
And the next morning
Looking at him sleep
Hold your heart
Hold your breath
I will write my life
This lightweight life
It will unravel
It's a game of patience and action
I'd like to know who can win a hand
And cross a violent river
I will choose this life
And this life will chew me out
It will spit me out
And I will hold a hand
Frayed at the end
The hand will be old and wrinkly
The hand can be small and strong
But there will be no hand at all
If I don't do this for you
I will do anything to be with you
Life will not happen to me
Because I will happen to life

She asked how much stones I had in my stomach
I thought she said stories
I think I’m so special
For the average 25 year old
I had a lot of stories

And the stones have rubbed each other
To create a fire in my gut
Its spark is extinguished
Day by day
By watery thoughts

I could be engulfed by fire
I've made my choice
To create a river
To **** the burn

She asked how much stories I had in my stomach
I said "I had enough for me to learn"

Desiring material things from this world
Instead of love and passions
Logic trumps everything
Being reasonable heals the mind
From the beating of the heart

The world has less to offer
When you strive for paradise
There’s something about the way
The waves undulate towards me
Coaxing me to die

I don’t like to read books that strain my heart
It would be such a waste of my precious peace of mind
If I even start
The song he’s singing
Helps me get over a heartbreak I’m remembering

I wish I had a lovely home
And a modern body
I get lost in these beautiful things
My brother told me love brings out the worst in us
And I didn't know that until you were dead
Wish I could describe the feeling in my head
Where my eyes are crying no more no more
There’s no heart in here
Instead it’s a bed made of lead
These are the things I hear
The hurtful truths they don’t spare
They are my medicine that daily I ingest

I think Death cut off your life where it did
Because adulthood, pain, sin
Would have ruined you
And who would be our reference
Since nobody has faith in Jesus anymore
You were pure when you left us
And that will keep me happy
For the rest of my days
I just hope there's still hope for me
To go back to being the girl you once knew
Or somebody better

The **** thing is that
I can't feel sadness
In all it's glory
Because of my medication
The **** thing is that
That's how my family wants it
The **** thing is that
I want to feel sad
Because that's the only way
I can feel you were alive
Now I try to get you to love me again
From the grave
I know it's crazy
But it's good for me
I know
Because it feels right
Making a dead person happy
It's braces for the soul
So it can have an unnaturally beautiful smile

I really miss you
I wish I could write down everything I want to say to you
I wish I didn't feel embarrassment when I think about how long I'm missing you and how much this song reminds me of you, how your love of nature disconnects me from anyone who feels the same and how I wish I didn't feel guilty when my sadness becomes beauty to others. How I wish that when I am trying to express how much I miss you and that I'm sad about you being gone they wouldn't take advantage. You didn't.
I really miss you
I miss the smell of your clothes when you just woke up
I miss rubbing my nose on your shoulder so I can be immersed in your smell
I regret it
Because the smell of detergent makes me want to break down and cry
I miss having you by my side
I miss your sweet smile
I don't say it enough
Because I didn't say it enough when you were around
I miss you because you were pure
And now I hate to turn this all towards me
Because now I'm rotten
Now I'm vile
And every good thing that you were that I see in other men and in myself
Repulses me to know end
Because you left me
You left everybody
And I cannot forgive
This will be until the end of my life
On and off
You're a bulb that's not dying and the switch is broken
I miss you
I miss you so ******* much
I wish you were around so that I could wish you dead
I wish you fought back death so that you could live until the end
With all of us
Your friends
Be with us
Why did you leave?
Why are you gone?
Why are you dead?
The only thing that has come of this tragedy
Is narcissism
You're gone
And I'm staying.
I'm surviving
I'm not thriving
I'm not steering
I'm not the same beautiful soul
You stupidly fell for
No, I am not the same.
But I am not dead
And that is what I wish you were instead.
Not dead.

Nobody likes ugly
Cracked pills
Shackled head
Pushed down
To give you head
It's me you see
That used to be
Happy and free
But now I have added
And you have subtracted
On my resume
Good is gone
Bad has begun
Nobody likes ugly
And I am very
Very Beautiful on the outside

I can't believe all those times I let myself love
Open heart
Deserted parts
Broken pieces
Left to dry out
Like roses
For novelty?
For beauty?
For suchs stupid reasons
I can't begin to express how utterly egotistical it all is
Just because you're gone
Does not mean you are dead to me
You are alive and well
You are in my caged heart
You are the matter in my skull
You are the dirt under my nails
As I imagine
The world to be your grave

Are you glad we met before you died?
Are you glad I cry and cry and cry?
All these songs about the dead and gone
All these tears
All spent to none
All I want is a song from the dead
All I want is your voice instead of mine
Are you glad you're gone?
Are you safe and sound?
Or is there gnashing and gnawing in your coffin?
Are you stuck with the knowing?
I don't believe in God
And I might say I do sometimes but I don't believe in Love
And I might say I am in love, sometimes I am
But because this joy is so temporary
and Life is so temporary
It must be real
And that is your hell
That only temporary things are real
I hope you will see
That even your eternity will cease in being
There is solace in knowing that

Every year for 12 years
You've been putting on one shoe at time
And In my mind
You've been taking off one shoe at a time
Every year for 12 years
The Sun rises
and then you're awake
The Sun sets
And then you're dead

Remember the notes
Study them well
Forget all the pressure
They put in your head
Read up on rainy days
Write about sunny times
This will be your last day on my mind

I always wondered why she took off her shoes
Before she jumped to her death
She went to Japan in her senior year
It must have been a big influence
I enjoy piecing these things together
Peace of mind is accomplished
Which is probably why she took off her shoes
To achieve peace of mind.

My friend didn't take off his shoes
Despite my belief that I planted the idea in his mind
So maybe it was an accident
After all these years.

I begin to realize that the more contact I have with people that don't hold any importance to me the more lonely I am.
When we made out
I felt that you didn't belong to me
nor I to you
The thoughts that come aren't as simple anymore
It isn't just "I'm sad" "I'm depressed"
Now it's "I'm lonely in a home that will never feel like home"
"I'm dying every time I smile at you"
"I'm okay and then I'm not"

The more i refuse to think

The less I feel

And somedays the feels aren’t important

But somedays I realize it isn’t organic anymore

That I’ve lost the ability to be

Catharsis is not unreal

Ennui can be vital

I am a contradiction of feelings

Because feelings don’t have continuity

They pass moment to moment

And it’s alright if you don’t catch them immediately

Pray for me

Because I don’t believe

Have faith in me

I don’t know how the feelings flow

I don’t know when it will hit me

I don’t know because I’m not in her shoes

When she finally took them off to jump

And gravity had it’s natural effect

I don’t know what that feels like

And I wish they were still alive to tell me they wish they hadn’t

That someone so beautiful

Could know sadness

Makes me feel as though

Everyone is average

And everyone is equal

That we're never going to escape madness

And that madness can become someone's friend

Is evidence that the left side of my mind is alive and well

That's where the devil resides

Act as though
No experience, trauma, story
Is sacred
In my eyes
They are just tools
Used barbarically
For our benefit
My thinking is backwards
But then so is time travel
How to get over a trauma
Without losing your mind
When I think about it
I realize
I've sold my soul
For a mind

Take away the pretty face
And all that's left is a body
That cries out with shaking
Trembling
Wishing I had defended myself
The past is past
This is my mind
And I know I have to preserve
My right to feel
So I have no face
But I have my body
And I will plunge it into your seas

Wait
You don't have to make up your mind right away
I never stressed you out
So wait
The building is blocking the sky
It's driving me to climb the highest heights
I don't have to give you an answer
There's no rush at all to answer
I'm digging a pit
It's a slow process
I said wait
Don't speed up your grave
Keep yourself from anything final
Avoid any brashness, youth is a trial
Some think it denial
It's only the finals
Life goes on
Until death becomes a wall
I climb it with a grappling hook
Dying is not easy, like living
It's not final, like living
You need to get to heaven based on a struggle
It's not purgatory
It's called breathing in a vacuum
Pray for your vices to become devices
Pray for your chances to become a royal flush
Pray for your family, hope they meet you, on the other side is a life of virtue
Hope you know that I am gone
Don't be afraid of being alone
Don't you know when I'm gone
I'll be returning everything I borrowed?
In merits and favors
I have a list made up for dreams
These things are made for beams of light to pass through us
To cast a light and shower blessings upon those we love
These are words used in hoping you're born alright
I'm praying for you to arrive alright
From your previous life

My words, I'll interpret it the way I want
No walls just boundaries
Think twice: is he really that nice?
Choose between the good and the bad
I always choose bad
It's a limitless option
So much to do in the plains of wrong
Preach the beat
Keep me revived
I'm not gonna sweet talk you out of this adventure
Maybe one day you'll see
That I have nothing to give
I'm just a pirate
With no ship
No crew
No body loves me
Nobody cares
It's my life
I'm proud
Too proud
To dare
Saying I love you
Is the worst choice
You'll ever recommend
This is my voice
I'm done hearing love songs
About hating life
And ******* ***
For politicians
Who don't love their wives
I wait for the light to come
I wait for your bedroom door
Oh ohhh ohh ohhhhhh-pen

There's a problem with my components
They're all separate and won't fit each other
I wish all my chemicals would create something original
But they refuse to mix
Like oil and water I'm unresolved
There is no solution

Open the bottles carefully
Pour a measured amount into my orifices
Try to mix them perfectly
But you added something malevolent
And now I'm all explosive
And imbalanced
Unstick the ideas
Unmix the chemicals
Let's try again

I wonder if cats care for music
Because their meows are so emotional
I wonder if I need to listen to what you're saying
Because I hear you and the melody sounds rad
I need music
Music needs fans
I need music
It puts me in the zone
Thoughts that make sense
The air feels so dense
Swallowing air
I've never felt more intense
The feelings are driving me home
I can't believe you're from this world
Because I've always felt like an alien soul
Something tells me
Someday I'll meet you

It's not easy being cool with this body
It's not a whisper
It's not a whip
It's not a slender boomerang
It's a booming voice
It's a car crash
It's a fat frisbee

I bump into you unintentionally
You might not have ever said it
But I dream you think it
"What a heavenly body to touch down to"
Because the galaxy is huge
And a runway is wide
And both are beautiful
To the open eye

I'm translated in your arms
I'm sufficient in your bed
So much to see in your eyes
Our ennui doesn't gather dust
I love you or I hate you
The end it's just you and me
Despise me or berate you
I know It's always you and me

You are my lust
You are my lust
You are my lust
You are my lust
Translated into love

Let me in your arms
To Stay

I love you or I hate you
The end it's just you and me

Purge your unclean self
Your existence does not depend
On the judgement of others
You are the beauty created
For something long before you were born
Life depends on you
You are what you aspire to look like
Appearances fail when you forget
That time is an illusion
Seasons are fleeting
But you will reign red-blooded
The eyes follow every angle
Seriously believe in your immortality
The skinny boy on the runway
Believes
Invincibility
Inevitably forever
This is heaven
This is hell
Death is forever
Life lasts beyond eons
Your beauty is worn on your soul
Be it an old familiar jacket
That has toured the world
Be it a minimalistic shift
Worn moments before you were deflowered
Photographs will create the verdict
You will be weighed
You will be measured
Perfection is possible

I'm going to go that way
Don't wait for me
Tomorrow I'm touring
The country
You said was boring
I'm not waiting for you
I'm searching for my next heartache
Under the rock
I'll find it
Then we can make amends
My friend
Don't mock me
Until then we can never get along
There's a fork at the end of my road
Nobody tell me where to go
I don't intend to listen now

I wear my heart on my sleeve
I don't understand
Why I'm so happy
Listening to your whining
Punk rock chiming
In my earphones
I would listen to you yawning
If it meant the next step
Would entail our skins touching

Your love gives me sighs
I look back
I don't know why
But you're long gone
And still I'm thinking
Of you here
Like a friend so dear
Your kiss so near

Bad influences
Something about you that I like
Comforting meanness
I'm usually honest
My point is blunt
The point faces me
Bad influences
Something about you that I'd hike
Could be your tall frame
Your face is seamless
I'm usually brash
My point uncalled for
I called myself out

I thought I had a plan
You taught and then swam
Towards the edge of the world
Cause I could never get there

Ignorance of the good
Sadly is just food
Empty bread no man can eat
Empty words no man can ****

Iced tea watered down
Sandy remnants whiten my teeth
I'm just a copy of a copy
My page is faded
Every leaf average

Agitated, you
The right kind of complicated

You look like desire
To you I'm admired
My smile is fake
Your love is fake
This date is fake
My can't you just fake it?
Yes you like that
Oh my, it's true

Iced tea watered down
Sandy remnants whiten my teeth
I'm just a copy of a copy
My page is faded
Every leaf average