its easy to hide,
to not show your self,
its easy to just disappear,
its easy to stop texting stop calling,
stop all communication,

**** like magic,
gone with out a trace,
its easy,
a bit of smoke there,
a few mirrors here,
and i'm invisible,
gone to the naked eyes of everyone,
all those people who want to pry at the open wounds,

so here i go again spreading the smoke and placing the mirrors,
making it so that all the people who want to hurt,
who want to pry,
who want to rip apart everything in there path,

so with a magic word,
or a swish of a wand,
im gone,
like smoke and mirrors,

im just the smoke that everyone will ignore,
dissipating in the air.