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Hopes Of Emptiness
The pot so beautiful is now shattered like a wine glass.
The paint had been worked on for years.
Now it's destroyed by fears.
The paint had been wiped by the tears she shed.
Maybe even all the promises she kept.
She could no longer keep it in her head.
And so an explosion of monsters and fears was made.
Wiping the smiles off people she had once loved.
Wiping the memories of the ones she still loved.
All of a sudden,they started acting strange.
Smiles and laughter is something they could no longer exchange.
And all of a sudden,she saw underneath the mask.
They were monsters,hiding because of a task.
"'You were just using me?"" , she asked as she tried to look at the sky.
She was promised to be able to fly.
But now, when she thinks about it all she does is silently cry.
Not to make a sound so she doesn't worry nobody.
"'I'm fine,really!"" she said as she smiled.
But underneath, monsters tortured her day by day.
All she ever wanted was for them to go away.
She held his imaginary hand,trying not to cry.
All day,she hoped someone could love her.
She wanted to be held.
But emptiness is all she ever felt.
The paint had been worked on for years.
Now it's destroyed by fears.
The paint had been wiped by the tears she shed.
Maybe even all the promises she kept.
She could no longer keep it in her head.
And so an explosion of monsters and fears was made.
Wiping the smiles off people she had once loved.
Wiping the memories of the ones she still loved.
All of a sudden,they started acting strange.
Smiles and laughter is something they could no longer exchange.
And all of a sudden,she saw underneath the mask.
They were monsters,hiding because of a task.
"'You were just using me?"" , she asked as she tried to look at the sky.
She was promised to be able to fly.
But now, when she thinks about it all she does is silently cry.
Not to make a sound so she doesn't worry nobody.
"'I'm fine,really!"" she said as she smiled.
But underneath, monsters tortured her day by day.
All she ever wanted was for them to go away.
She held his imaginary hand,trying not to cry.
All day,she hoped someone could love her.
She wanted to be held.
But emptiness is all she ever felt.
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