Fantasies

Your smile is the most heartbreaking thing i know Every lie you tell, I see the truth slipping beneath them. If they cared to inquire, it's visible to see. I inquire-very frequently. Through and through I'm there, but can you actually see me? Fret about friends that are never there Then who am I to you? "Someone I care about more than life itself." But you would fancy a gun more. What sort of choice did I make When I stood by your side Breathed in the corruption of your life Hoping to defeat your demons You created some within me, while showing you care by speaking of suicidal fantasies And for the last time I wonder "Why is it that I'm trying?"