Fact
Things fall apart
Fiction
What's broken can't be mended

Fact
You have brown eyes
Fiction
I'm really a good driver

Fact
*** smells like skunk
Fiction
One cigarette will **** you

Fact
Your body is designed to heal itself
Fiction
Those scars will last forever

Fact
Love cures pain
Fiction
Heartbreak lasts forever

Fact
You smell like cinnamon and freshly mowed grass
Fiction
I don't miss you at all

Fact
Everyone is just one being
Fiction
We are all alone

Fact
All the strings inside me, snapped
Fiction
I prefer the made up version