feeling

hell to the pride, sing as it sings the nights, sad and hurt, who cares if ur alone without a sight a sight of darkness and nothing for to be alive is death is the key i wonder ? or u are already dead as the heart doesn’t desire all u thought was life, was a lie as the false beats that has no fire, dead as a stone who"s happy as the liar, who thinks its all a beauty and admire the biggest fabrication the mind can tire.�hell to the heart, when its aimed by the dart, poisoned as the lies can count.�the ways u died and its burns when it restarts, again and again till everything fell apart, till the eyes are open to be smart, oh I was betrayed by the fake light.