Lost …

I’m lost …. I keep collecting the pieces of my heart

but with no use they’re already broken

you keep me hanging … you keep me thinking this is the end

but it seems to be NO END

The pain is endless …. the days are longer

I am too young but i feel so old

I don’t know if this is my life but it seems to be everyones life

Wither they now it or not they’re miserable … just like me

But it feels so hard to say it .. to tell it .. to live it

So, you keep acting .. you keep drawing on who you are and start painting who they want

But that’s not what they want … it’s you what they want

That’s what they hate the most you …. so YOU hate YOU

cause they are right … they’re always will

cause they’re the pretty one’s

and everyone wants to be pretty

When will we realize the truth

when will realize that she’s not that pretty and he’s not that handsome

And that we are not that innocent