Everypne is good and loving, like you think.
Deception, perfection, breed the hate in the lonely hearts.
Girls and their vomit,
Boys and their six-inch rockets.
We're all lovely 'til we get to know each other.
As we stop becoming friends.
We don't belong to anyone.
Only happy when on the run.
A million hearts broke just for fun.
You could say life's a mess,
but this image of deception is life and death.
You may feel like there's nothing left.
Instead you get is never-after,
but deep down inside all you want is escape.
The you will never last.