How could it be so quiet to say lies out loud in the sunset.
A fake face to put on inside four walls.
just to be normal, just to go on.
What if tomorrow dies as we wake up, never to hold hands in the sunlight.
How sad flowers would be without the sun.
Like a waterless pool inside an upside glass.
A cold moon beneath our beds of longing.
Pretending its gonna be okay.
Just to be normal, just to go on.