saturday afternoon . .

All the smiles you had to fake
And all the crap you had to take

Just to lead us here again
I never have the things to say

To make it all just go away
To make it all just disappear.

to feel more than betrayed and hurt,
to hold back all my tears.

when im looking for truth that's behinde your brown eyes,
you tell me to open my eyes and tell you what i see,

but the fake impression of you, it glows like that innocent moon .
the image others have surounded you with , to make you believe in the identity that is just so not true.

the things you lie to make it through,
the things you say but never do,

the hope in others that they hold
the faith they wish they had in you,
but all of this is gone.

all of this is gone.. .