Don't play her heart like a piano.
Rain rolls down the window,
like the tear on her cheek.
You play those mind games,
leaving her to think.
Every moment you've spent with her,
you wasted her time,
but girl don't stress or be depressed, cause it's not worth
the heartache.
Those signs
weren't real but you made it
so real.
Taking it all in, making her
seem so brave but on the inside
she's a lion in a cage ready to break that box and chase the fake that you show.
That thing you've done to her you're only you, no but you're peaking through her door ready to go back to her but now she's only thinking that person peaking is the monster that stays in her closet, just a faded shade nothing real you're just a fake.
Monsters aren't real so go back to where you came from, the Never-land of the Un-Real.