.

Constant fighting over nothing
It's like everything's alright but we're just covering it all up 'cos we know there's conflict 
You can smell the pain in thee atmosphere around them

I don't like the faking, the lies.
The cruelty.

No one to trust, I could tell her something dark and she wouldn't mind sharing it with the rest.
Next she's turned her back on you.
For what?
There we go smiles on our faces, lots of love but surprisingly no one realises that it's fake.

Make the pretending stop. It is killer.
And the people closest to us are the ones we hate the most.
Secret battles is what we hold but on thee outside it just looks like some kind of mutual happiness and beautiful tides.

You are one here.
It won't stop, not ever.
Forever will it be pretend forever will you and I be alone.

She was a beautiful dreamer
She had so much hope in her
Someone who was loved by everyone,
even me.

Beautiful soul, well now it's been broken.

No one saw her drown.
6 years ago that is.

It was quiet but fatal and so sly and slow that not even she knew it was coming for her
Sadness slowly soaked into her, it became permanent in her fragile bones.
It wasn't something she couldn't handle at first, but with time it possessed the good that was left of her.
How beautiful her smile was and her eyes so angelic, something tells me it's the tears she cries at bedtime that anglicised them so.

I never told you that after a while the pain, the sadness it got the best of her except that didn't stop her from making sure other people were happy.
But, slowly they diluted her hope.
Her own moster is what she has, what she had become.
An angel is how they somehow still saw, even what they still see her as.
That's the thing about her she managed to stay such a dear.
Quite sad rather, how no one really saw the pain in disguise but she was such a great pretender you can't exactly call them ignorant.

Well this was her, Sweet Tragic.
Oh Sweet Tragic.