And how many drowned pillowcases must I change
Determined to start over
To never shed my dreams of you again
Forcing unwilling cheeks to smile
And how many empty poems must I write
Cemeteries of words, abused
out of their meaning, so I can pretend
I did try to express what I can’t feel
And before how many eyes must I knee
Disgusted of my fake composure
Me of my dreams sabotaged
Until there’s nothing left to hate
And how many lies must I tell myself
Robbing big words of any value
Before the audience, until convinced
There is no wanting of crumbling into you
