My beautiful lies,
hidden behind my tired eyes.
I'm exhausted.
I'm numb.
I'm frustrated.
I guess you've won.
They look at my smile,
but not at my eyes.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
I'm stuck in my youth.
They can't hear my cries.
I need to grow up,
and dry my eyes.
They look at my arms,
but not at my thighs.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
Forget the truth.
All you speak is lies.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
My beautiful lies,
hidden behind my tired eyes.
I'm exhausted.
I'm numb.
I'm frustrated.
I guess you've won.
They look at my smile,
but not at my eyes.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
I'm stuck in my youth.
They can't hear my cries.
I need to grow up,
and dry my eyes.
They look at my arms,
but not at my thighs.
They avoid the truth,
and believe the lies.
Forget the truth.
All you speak is lies.
