It’s a funny thing.
When you’re forced
To face the fact that it’s an illusion
Reality a rock, shattering these things hoped to be true
So that when the sounds of broken glass have parted
And you’re left to stand amongst the shards
Bleeding and cut up
Looking down to find your reflection in what once was
The piece of a lie
And you hear that rock again
“You have to understand, nobody will ever give a **** about you.”