do your words have any meaning?
I can't seem to get the gist.
I've been doing too much dreaming
that is my cross to bear, my mind insists
I'm kind and selfless, I am supposed to be that way.
The heart is vigilant and restless, it struggles every single day.
To stay polite and quiet, fragile.
To be like they invision me inside.
To be their perfect little angel.
I swear I couldn't. even if I tried.
I am myself without pretending
It's not as hard as you may think.
The people's lies are neverending.
This is the hardest ******* thing.
I need the truth, I won't take liars
I won't be playing guessing games.
Come tell me all about desires
We might be feeling just the same.