domingo, 10 de enero de 2010

Twisted fairy-tale

Our promises were rapidly falling behind,
I was unconciously faking to be blind.
Conversations kept failing to rise,
and you could tell nothing but lies.

Expectations lowered every silent dawn,
I justified every mistake,
I failed to accept our love was gone,
Just hoping I'd avoid the pain.

I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.

Two different stories could be told,
and I was creating them both.
In mine you were the perfect man,
in yours I was your biggest fan.

At some point we lost the way,
was it your fail or was it mine?
We never should've flaunted from the start,
Everything was half true and half a lie.

I acted interested, you faked the smile,
and every laugh was inevitably hostile.

It could go on forever and it'd be okay,
I wouldn't mind keep living a fairy-tale.
We're like actors in a set,
we could pretend we just met.

It's true we're twisting reality,
but I've never been so happy.
So what's wrong with creating your own story?