Fuck it....

The colors in my picture perfect world,
have all bled out...
in a big black pool of beliefs mixed with so much self doubt.

I never was as happy as I acted,
I just lied to keep myself distracted and all of the happiness i spread
im actually so far in hate I just wish to be dead...

Read between the lines I said it so many fucking times...
no one ever listens
But then again I can't even keep my own attention
So Who am I to mention anything,

The only perfection I see in this world,
is the complete imperfection
of my reflection in this broken glass that my nonexistent dreams have smashed...