How did I think that this was real?
I saw that mask,
And yeah I saw it peel;
I saw who you really are.

How did I believe everything you said?
Sometimes I wish you would keep lying to me,
But I wish you would discover how much
You’re hurting me, but no you don’t really see.

How did you think we could continue like this?
Is what you’re saying the truth?
Everything you’ve said are like leaves off a tree,
They fall and swirl around, they’re carried away with the wind..

And soon I find that I’ve forgotten everything you’ve done,
I’ve forgotten all you’ve said,
I’ve forgotten all that matters.

Even the words people say are slurred,
Or in another language.
Am I really speaking?
Is that what I just said?

I’m out of control,
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know anything at all…
I just don’t know.


Sometimes it's hard to tell who our real friends are, and sometimes It's easy. Sometimes it is hard to say goodbye, and sometimes it's easy. Sometimes you just don't know, and you continue pretending, continue lying to yourself; because the truth will hurt more than this dreamtime you have made.
Maybe everyone will laugh, maybe everyone will cry. Maybe everyone will do nothing. But what does it matter what everyone else is doing? Does it matter what I'm doing? Does it matter what time of the day you talk to me, if you talk to me at all? Does it matter what side of the world you're on?
Pretend you don't care, or pretend you do. It really doesn't matter at all.