(0387) words without a song

overdose on boredom so she's getting an abortion. it's the only moral thing to do because she can't afford the mortgage.
feed myself with all these lies that are easy to believe. it's leading me to realize things are never as they seem.
an image in my head where the bullet soon might be. better take a picture now before i count to three.
i know that i was wrong. there was never any doubt. if i had another chance, would i try to do without?
people love you when you act as if everything is real. i guess that's the secret to your pretentious mass appeal.
i wish i never knew you. in fact, i never did. it's sad, but it's strange just how much you're fucked up in the head.
i stand by my statements. i only speak the truth. the sun will continue burning, and you'll continue living in your youth.
wreckless in denial, you paint your face with self-esteem. you pretend to be somebody else who can't separate reality from dream.
now, maybe they're the same, and i'm the one who's wrong. after all, i'm the one who keeps writing words without a song.
i put it in my veins and let it melt my skin. it makes me want to be closer to those who know me from within.
but i dropped that pen every time i got to hold it so now i've got to deal with the reality i molded.
sunlight is in our eyes, and we're the only ones who know it.
let's light up everything that's dark because there's nothing more important.