you look at her the same way you looked at me
those hopeless eyes holding nothing but weak promise.
you hold her like you held me;
with feeble arms
energetic hands
and lost fingertips.
you're still laced with the same high;
still broken from the same guy;
and she can't help you.
you act as if your spirits are high
when all they are is nothing but lies
you can't work your way through life with a fake smile
but I'm used to seeing you try.