If love is harsh then do i hate, and if the truth hurts then do i lie? All I’ll say is everyone has to pay for love or hate, truth and lies. everyone has sorrows and everyone has cries.
All ill say is id rather hurt
than lie, and I’d rather get hurt
than hate. we all have worries
all of us stay alert, we keep our
guard up and push everyone away, we put on masks, and all ill say is that masks leave marks after a while we dont know who we are and what we have to pay for losing ourselves and gaining others.
all ill say is losing yourself
is not worth gaining others. Wounds heal yet scars remain, the mark may go away but there can still be pain. somewhere it can be sunny and somewhere it may rain.
Yet everywhere we go there is
always pain. We must not show weakness, we say to ourselves. We hide ourselves in our own little shells sofacating alone. And all I’ll say is that some of us are kids at heart but I have long grown. And whats my task you may ask, is to not let anyone through my mask. And how i do no one has a clue for whats even worse, is that all this is true.
