Things aren't always as they appear.
You never truly know the ones that you hold dear.
It's painful, that the truth always comes at the point of a knife.
And the fears we have, come to life.
When the knife went in your chest.
You had to lie down to rest.
But it was a farce.
The pain wasn't anything too harsh.
They assure you, you will recover.
Aren't we suppose to love one another?
And these feelings that we hoard.
Small things that can easily be ignored.
And it's such a shame.
That we always know who to blame.
Cause I never saw this coming.
You would think it unbecoming.
I've always known what to do.
To put myself in a better mood.
And it hurt, everyone could see.
It just wasn't enough to **** me.