Some nights, I may act like all that's in me is love
But really, my mind is just giving me a little shove
Every single time, I end up regretting and forgetting
Not caring about the days we spent from the sun rising to setting
Only remembering a little fun we had
Many say this is sad
Judge me, tell me that on the inside I'm bad
But hell do I know that those few nights are special
I tend to pour out everything of me, and make her feel celestial
Just understand that whatever you call me
Fake, shallow, untrustworthy
I don't mean to be like this
A simple someone to reminisce
'Cause after I give her the world
Nothing is left and feelings are hurled

I'll disappear real fast with no explanation
Leaving her while stealing her only elation
For no reason leaving her where she was led

Now someone tell me,
Am I the only one trapped in this emptiness of mind
Equivalent vision in this world to the blind
Am I the only one to never care in the end
It would be lucky if I even stay a friend

Softly step through to
A world unguided to few
Experience truth

A single night where coming home can be at peace
A single moment when the hatred would cease
A single day to wake up and feel the pain release
It just doesn't exist

Dead love of another surrounds my mood
Sickening grudge fails to remain contained
And despair quickly quakes my mind
Leaving me simply, too tired

I'll say one thing,
After everyone dies

So many things piercing the brain
Pacing up and down while peeking through panes
Pacing up and down while dealing with the pain
Doing the same thing over and over slowly going insane
Beginning to understand the hate for loved ones, even so approaching bane

Everything sinking into ears
So similar to the evil bringing tears

And you, lay on the couch with a beer
******* hypocrite, continue to sneer  

Feel being held away from the doors
Suffer,
Unable to escape,
Be bound to this floor

Stretched smiles and
shrunk eyes and
pink cheeks.

Hands up and
head high and
restless feet.

Lights bright and
people shine and
everyone's kind

Its all a joke.
Just a poke.
Go on, pretend to cope.

Signs of Satan solidifies the air in his lungs
Lavishly he leans and proceeds with his fun
Finger on the trigger with the bullet waiting in the gun
Cry on the inside and regret what you've done
Too late, too late, too late
You're not gonna wanna run
The fading of the last bit of you has begun
Be shunned