Sometimes i sit there and wonder
look into space and just ponder
where we all the same??
was this just a game??
i look at him and see
maybe things werent the same with me
maybe he loved me
maybe he didnt
he sais he does
but was it really love?
its hard to tell if someones lying
but it isnt hard to see me crying
despising
prying through all the lying
wondering why theres all this emptyness inside...
