You've turned into a temporary act.
The emptiness I feel and echoing I hear.
Your alluring words make me think, but i don't smile.
Your kiss felt like wind blowing into the darkness.


It's not like before. It's not him anymore

Your patience makes me feel guilty
the guilty that haunts and drags you.
I will battle the unknown to keep his promises.
because even though your not him, and even though this is synthetic
It proofs that I too can survive, although I'm secretly falling apart.
Falling apart once i see all that i've created.
This is no act this is no plan, this is a boy...
I will stumble and fall flat on my back,
Whats all this?
 I'm living a pretend.
A pretend that hurts because my memorable world sinks and reality sticks in.  
What am i doing?  




 If my world is him even if you're here...I simply cant love you