It's hard to believe the things you say,
When the opposite proves to be true more and more each day,
I let myself be fooled for years and years,
Because the hidden truth would bring nothing but tears,
Funny when lies become an umbrella in the ongoing rain,
A mask becomes to thin to protect your scared face of pain,
Do you just pretend to not know what you're doing to me,
You play blind so well you must not really see,
Hard to really know the person continuously stealing my soul,
I can't figure out how to fight an unclear friend or foe,
Instead I'll stay under my umbrella waiting for the rain to become soft clear snow.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
It's hard to believe the things you say,
When the opposite proves to be true more and more each day,
I let myself be fooled for years and years,
Because the hidden truth would bring nothing but tears,
Funny when lies become an umbrella in the ongoing rain,
A mask becomes to thin to protect your scared face of pain,
Do you just pretend to not know what you're doing to me,
You play blind so well you must not really see,
Hard to really know the person continuously stealing my soul,
I can't figure out how to fight an unclear friend or foe,
Instead I'll stay under my umbrella waiting for the rain to become soft clear snow.
I had no idea what i was trying to write but this is what came out