For Real. No. Not for real.
I want to believe.
I don't.
I kiss myself in the mirror and know it will be alright.
I am so real and nobody wants real.
People want to be fake.
Life in a fantasy.
I break fantasy and shoot you back to reality.
Reality.
Where the words you say really mean something.
Yet you say things in a way that make me believe.
I don't see.
I don't see you.
You don't see me.
What is the point of my pain?
Myself.
I am done.
I am so done.
Fired.
I am lying.
I know I am not done.
I love it.
I love this thought.
I love this expression.
I sing or I die.
Live for something or die for nothing.
I live for love.
If you don't have love, then what the Fuck are you doing?
Where is my Love?