Never knowing what you want.
You mean one thing and say another. Longing for attention yet you won't bother.
Bother with honesty, bombarded with hypocrisy.
These are the things my eyes sees. The things my heart feels are real. Feels real to **** the pain inside.
The truth is we both may not know what we want.
Flaunting a fake persona to get what we want.
The information layed out says one thing, and your words another.

What did you learn from the kiss, besides the sweet taste of her lips

watching the lights dance around this dark room
free the mind from this reality entombed
I am not your product to consume
morbid thoughts as dark as being ripped from the womb

I miss your voice calling me back to reality