The darkness is so lonely, like you will never know.
The darkness is my home, even though it shows!
And when I thought a light had entered my home,
It was only you with that pitied fakeness,
I thought that you would make this
all turn into a lie,
But that was before we had that phony kiss that separated hell from fake bliss,
I mean you play with peoples emotions like they are little toys,
You do all this shit just to impress your boys!
You see a pretty face and act like you know them
notice how many times I say phony and fake in this poem?
Because you know who you are and yes this is about you,
and all the PHONY, FAKE things you do ..
BOY, I see right through you~~
