These pretty words
They smile back
Such falsification
Such an abysmal black
Such are all of these words
And those words
And those “feelings”
Things that I’ve never felt
And their black and white meanings

But now 
For some reason
I can understand 
The words behind meanings
And all of those “feelings”
So thoughtlessly written
No true definition
An act of contrition
Leaving just my heart bleeding

Now making amends
As my own heart is mending
But still I’m depending
On if I’m pretending
That love still exists
That we actually kissed
Are these things that I missed?
Were they things that I wished? 

Where do I go now?
What’s left to do?
What of my life?
Can I live it with you?
I know what I’m doing
I know what I’ve done
As far as I’m concerned
You’re still my only one…