A masquerade game
I know your words are lies,
Yet I still try to make myself believe.
I know you words are lies,
Yet I still play this masquerade game.
Like the hope is a drug and I'm hooked.
A painfull familiarity that sticks to me,
Same way peanutbutter tangles hair,
That's I feel tangled in lies.
I may not have the concrete,
But my instinct feels certain.
I know your words are lies,
Yet I still hope I'm wrong.
© Celine-Marè♡
Yet I still try to make myself believe.
I know you words are lies,
Yet I still play this masquerade game.
Like the hope is a drug and I'm hooked.
A painfull familiarity that sticks to me,
Same way peanutbutter tangles hair,
That's I feel tangled in lies.
I may not have the concrete,
But my instinct feels certain.
I know your words are lies,
Yet I still hope I'm wrong.
© Celine-Marè♡