how to cope with the notion that happiness is just an illusion.
i look into your eyes like i know what's behind them.
tell you how beautiful they are as if they are something special.
i'll take you out, call you my girl.
i'll laugh at your jokes as if i can actually feel something.
but i don't, sweetheart.
the faster you learn to dig out the happiness from someone's eyes, what little they may have, is the faster that you'll learn that it's all an illusion.
you don't know their thoughts, my darling
or how they spend their nights crying,
begging for your arms to be linked around their waist.
it'll kill them inside when you finally tell them how you really feel.
that it's someone on your mind and in your arms.
i hate to be the one to break your heart, but i can't allow you to break mine. this is the most crucial part in your existance, sweet girl. i am honored to be the one to tear it apart.