• These fragile lives we live-
    Like loosely filled hour glasses.
    It takes so much to make us happy
    But in the blink of an eye it passes.

    These delicate beating hearts-
    Filled with the lives we love yet waste.
    So much of them is waiting
    And then it's forgotten in a haste.

    All it takes to ruin these
    Is the quick way out we take-
    A simple press of a button, send
    And our lives are an earthquake.

    "I hate you"
    "I love you"
    "Your my pride and joy."
    "Why can't you be more like her?"
    "I should've raised a boy."

    Then it's gone- our love,
    Our paper hearts break.
    Our lives come crashing to the hard-wood floor.
    And all of this for the sake
    Of a lie to make you happy.
    Just to crush you in the end.
    Don't give me these mixed messages.
    I don't need you to be my friend.

    It's true that we feed off love
    But we need this love to be real.
    So enough of this bull s**t you bake
    I want something honest to feel.