Book of lies.

Run my fingers through my hair.
Slightly close my eyes.
Skim over the useless words.
Then close the book of lies.

It couldn't be helped.
Nobody knew.
I don't have many marks.
Theres really just a few.

So push me now.
Let me fall.
Don't reach out.
You don't even care after all.

I'll fall to my death.
Because you obviously don't care.
You caused me to do all this.
Was any of it reall fair?