Do you ever have those thoughts
That make you want to
Cry the rest of your tears
Pull out your hair
And drive you past your current insanity

Lock yourself away
Lose the rest of your smile
Consuming your sleepless nights
Making you want to scream
And know if it's a lie

Lies
I despise that word
And the words it becomes
And the effect it has
To break people down and build some up

Perhaps it's the everlasting fear
That causes these thoughts to say
It's all a lie
It's fake
And I'm dying to know
If I'm living off of pity and lies.