It’s all a game you see
a party, a masquerade with tea
so what mask will you wear? What role will you play?
What position will you stand?
What lines will you say?
Their eyes meet
Her heart pounds
It’s easy to see, even without a sound
The music plays, and the angels sing
But what song?
Her song? Or his?
Little does she know
The rules are made for her
She’s living a fairytale
A heartbreaks on the way for sure
She plays; he wins
The games over, and we all fall in love to sin
But who do we believe?
Her story? Or his?
i hate to see things come to an end, especially when it’s not in sight till it’s over. these days are delaying my words. my head is dizzy, my eyes hurt. everyone looks the same and i cant tell when my eyes are open or closed. i finally remembered the real reason i cant seem to be even content with winter. im ready for suntansdrinksbikinislovejointsfreedomjams again. or better yet, i just wanna feel home.
ps. i love hearing my words are missed, don’t give up on me! :) but ‘you’…’you’ can fuck off.
