I'm in pain....so my rain is dry ...but my bitterness is sweet...as my love starts to lie...claiming to be true...What will emptiness do...to wet my ground...I feel i need to spit...On that which I claimed...cuz it demoraled my name...and paid me a love counterfit...But it felt so real...that i felt the tears...How can a fake,..cause so much heartache...Soured kisses...like spoiled milk...cuz i gave the phoney replaca everything...And I just blew candles and wasted wishes...On these fresh sheets of silk...Cuz I wasn't getting anything...For wood spray painted gold...All it was,was a good space hold...Cuz the room was kinda empty before...But who wants to fill there space with clutter...I want some substance...Value, in this depression...But I guess it hard to find real love when the world is in a recession...