So little left of what was the real me
The lies and pain chip away my heart
I long for something real and forever
To be loved and wanted not torn apart
True permanence in love seems a myth
But I've always believed in fantasy
Disenchantment is never a thought
Here I remain cocooned in my misery.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
So little left of what was the real me
The lies and pain chip away my heart
I long for something real and forever
To be loved and wanted not torn apart
True permanence in love seems a myth
But I've always believed in fantasy
Disenchantment is never a thought
Here I remain cocooned in my misery.
Not one of my best but my mood today spoke these words.
