55

Everyday is fine
Except the ones
Where you cut the line
And the eyes that once
Saw through every lie
Tell me they don't care.
That the world is dark
And our souls are bare
Laying in this matress
Bleeding inner words
Like two ring fighters
Panting on the floor.
And the I start crumbling
Under the heavy blow
Of a life that's hiding
What I want to know.
If I start to whisper
And you start to scream
Everyday is nothing
But a sleepless dream.
When we'll say forever
Will it be a lie?
Some days are better
Most days are just fine.