Why lies are made to be beautiful?
A question that's left hanging on my soul
Is it a compensation for breaking my heart?
That it's better to see me smile while truth depart

The universe is so sweet
The sky is blue, the sun will lit
You and me in our own fantasy
But I never thought fantasy is also false reality

Remembered our very first "once upon a time"
We keep forcing our poems to rhyme
So we created lines of wonderful memories
One's that we both know never exists

This made me think of something deeper
behind every word is a story of sober
People intend to lie on purpose, do they?
Just like how everyone desires the truth behind "we're okay"