She sits on her bed with her hair in a ponytail, listening to the song they once
called theirs. And she wonders why people choose a song they would hate
later on in the future. She wonders why in every song about love make it seem
so alive, so caring & so vulnerable, yet so delicate, when lies are hidden
beneath each word. Once the secrets are exposed, the song dies along with
the love that use to think the words expressed their feelings in the first place.
And the words did express their feelings, it just didn't show the heartbreak
through the smiles as you sung along when you used to love it.
