living lies
the magic dies
your heart's so fast
as you think of all the things that didn't last

cold sweats
late at night
wake you up
with such a fright
a continual thought
the things you remembered
the things you forgot

you're so scared
of being alone
you're in your own
survival zone
just in knowing that it won't last
she can tell
she will soon be in your past

and so as she fell
you picked her up
denying to yourself
that she ever meant too much

but you're trying to mantain
this mental game
that makes you secure
though you're feeling less and less sure

so you begin to dwell
on all the times that YOU fell
and you keep holding on
to something you didn't even want