Illusions

 

It's nineteen past eleven and I'm between times

Of a world of pure honesty and a world of lies,

But your world's none of these and I look back in time

I see you're not with her, 'cause you said your goodbye

And your hands hold your head, they remember her shape

Traced on a different body as a way to escape

Dropped your ego - bounced on the floor, under the bed,

Where you keep all your anger instead. 

You could not look inside, there's too much in the closet

You cannot admit that they could be right

'Cause you couldn't accept all your choices could cause it:

A love story, again, that turned into a fight.

And you tried and kept running in the wrong direction,

You're already too deep, how could you turn around?

What would people think seeing your imperfection?

You know what? Nevermind. They're too deep in the ground.

You bounce between self love or what you thought it was

And a hatred so deep that no one could measure

Trying to love so many, wasted on the wrong cause

A love that no one learned how to treasure.

As you tried to escape, got into the wrong cruise.

An infatuation bruise of something you can't lose.

Always loving what's not good for your broken heart

Fed yourself with illusions, put one more in the cart.