Every day
Another scene
Of the same **** thing
Painted smiles
Plastic words
Everybody talks
But nothing gets heard
And one thing
Blurs into every other
And the price we pay
For no real prize
Is to **** our hearts
Our whole **** lives
Till we're just vacant eyes
With no soul left inside
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Every day
Another scene
Of the same **** thing
Painted smiles
Plastic words
Everybody talks
But nothing gets heard
And one thing
Blurs into every other
And the price we pay
For no real prize
Is to **** our hearts
Our whole **** lives
Till we're just vacant eyes
With no soul left inside
