I can see through you, see to the real you..

Every emotion we feel, all our efforts they are all in vain,

the outcome remains the same and we are still left with pain.

Nothing can truly save you no amount of love or care,

those things condemn you, they leave you in despair.

We aren’t alone open your eyes, all these tortured souls,

but we can’t because we’re so consumed in our own holes.

I love you and that love is what’s draining me dry,

it’s why I spend my days crying wishing I could die.

You feel like a ghost, but I can see you, the real you,

I’m screaming that I’m here, but you walk right through.

And yet everyday I wake up and I just keep lying,

I keep telling myself that I should keep trying.