A Perfect Lie

Just remind, When we had frozen in time. Looking through the broken window at the memories of mine. Keeping all the fading smiles reflected in shards. Seems like I’m not really being alive. What lies ahead? What’s left behind? Who am I? Is it really normal life when you’re, dead inside? “Everything will be OK” is a perfect lie. Slowly lose myself. Don’t give a f*ck about Something i lose. So I’ve got another reason to completely abuse myself. A simple thing but it cannot fit in my head. Let’s better dream about… God, it was so good instead... Of you... Instead of me… And in the end there is Only the sadness i choose.