We laugh,
We cry,
We love,
We die.
And everything always turns out to be a LIE.
But that’s not what gets to us,
These people of lust.
The issues I’ve found,
Always come back to TRUST.
We lie,
We steal,
We cheat,
We seal
(Our fates)
With a kiss,
Of death,
Of lacking,
Of sorrow,
Of packing
(Up and leaving)
The lives we love to live,
All because we've run out
of love to give.