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.