to love, to lie
it's something so complicated
to live, to die
is it so bad to be fabricated

spent most my life looking for something real
didn't stop to think about how i should feel
love seemed to be a goal, not something to enjoy
always felt like a kid begging for a toy
now that i know what that is, i can't live without
and the moment i do, i just want to shout
all my issues ended in piles of tissue
wasted along with the nights where i miss you

my phone keeps sending reminders
and i didn't even set my alarms
almost forgot about my blinders
they feel just like my arms
i'm living through the storm
so why does it feel like the calm

the part of me that knows i'm wrong
keeps convincing me that i'm right
i think that stops me from moving on
and spend more nights without the lights
i guess that's alright
i'll just stay out of sight

pride, the nemesis of love
and the thought that it's never enough
nothing is too much, everything's too little
shines like diamonds but oh so brittle