fake dramas have no end
it starts with a subtle bend
and goes on and on
nothing to defend
nauseating feelings bottle up
you gasp for fresh air
broken up
dizzy mind searching futile solace
wrong places nothing's chaste
openly discussing fake relations
who's who their lives with false
fake glitters shake
show off their skin and money
calling each other 'oh sweet honey'
sans emotions it seems so funny
i puke and come outside
drive my way to a safer side
looking at the crescent moon
asking to guide
where's my true love
somewhere on a lake side
will he be thinking of me
willing to find me too,
i think that day's not far from now,
before i look around again
it will surely happen soon..
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