"Eppur si muove."
"And yet it moves."
The truth's the truth,
regardless who approves.

Shards of glass, picked out of my hand
This anger is more, than I can withstand
I don't know why I still trust you
It's like betraying me is all you do.
Cheating, lying, manipulating me
you're as empathic as a tiny flea.
I want to leave you alone, I want to go
but I still trust you, like I did long ago.

"Wrong number" said the familiar voice

For you,
I'd do anything.
But you,
would you do the same?
I see you,
I watch you through your window.
I watch you,
as you cry softly to your pillow.
I want to run to you,
But you don't want the same
I know you don't care,
You've forgotten my name.

We all have a facade,
an image we let the world see.
But there is no point flaunting these lies,
the truth is known by me.
So if you want to hide your true self,
never show it to anyone ever.
Because you let people in, show them the truth,
well now they know that forever.

So on comes my new facade,
hateful, carefree and strong,
and because no one will know the real me
no one will see what's wrong.

How odd that the girl who made me believe,
  in love,
   and in hope,
    and that things will get better,
doesn't believe those things herself.