[Work in Progress]

It's all about illusion,
It's all about dreamless nights,
It's all about not making you cry.

It's painting a picture,
coloring in all the blank spaces
between us.

You know were fine
because I talk like your mime.
Though I may fall on my pride
(I say you pushed me,
but we can never agree)
it's just like you to say I'm fine.

I've gotten back on my hands and knees now,
only to crawl back to you.
Like your clown,
"You're almost like her"
is one of the sweetest things
you'd say about me.

I'm out of time,
to feed your distraught self-esteem.
Your preaching machine
stood me in your lies.
Now I breathe you out, and
I spit them out.

(You don't want to hear me say it,
I don't want you to hear me say it,
I don't want to hear you say it,
but you never will.)

You think you're smarter than me,
with armor on your back.
I changed before you noticed
I confess,
you were too much help.

I gained a thicker skin towards you.
Something we don't talk about:
cause my friends, they
lift me up when I'm feeling down.
Something you never did for me.
Please don't take this to heart.

(You asked me to say it,
I never wanted you to hear me say it,
I don't want to say you heard it,
but you never will.)