I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed