April was a lie, December was my secret Buried under waters made of life and breathing too infrequent I didn’t know the lies would speak to me just like the truth I would take it out on everyone and act the fool
She don’t feel the way that I feel, does she? No, she does not. Does she love me like I want? No, she does not.
Brilliant and alone, I hung out there to emulate the stars Never wanted nothing much, I never meant to go far If I had a million dollars I’d spend it all in days Dump my good into my soul to fill the void of pain
She don’t feel the way that I feel, does she? No, she does not. Does she love me like I want? No, she does not.
Psychic dissonance emanates from deep within the unself Sad Ophelia floats away in mists upon my bookshelf I didn’t know the lies would speak to me just like the truth I would take it out on everyone and act the fool
She don’t feel the way that I feel, does she? No, she does not. Does she love me like I want? No, she does not.