Play with my heart,
tell me what I want to hear.
Mention your feelings,
it's OK to be insincere.

I've grown to idolize the lies,
and embrace the deception.
It doesn't matter what you believe,
when your dreams shape your perception.

I've met a ton of people,
but only come to know a few.
I'm left to wonder,
if what I think I know is true.

Whatever light there was has been snuffed.
All that I had to offer, given away.
My appearance more than a little scuffed,
and my voice choked till there's nothing I can say.

Feelings may not be facts,
but they don't have to be lies.
Where there's hurt there's bound to be scars,
and when you pick at them everyone cries.