You want it so bad
Make believe
The power of displeasure
Is daunting and it seems
That reaching out
Is wasting time
If feelings can’t receive
The answers
To the question the heart asks
And actuality begins the
Instigation for the reasons why
We leave with no
Real goodbye
It’s easy to pretend
But its hard to make believe
Desiring the things that cannot
Ultimately be together because
Seeing its impossibility
Goes against the truth
No one can speak
And I can barely breathe
Imagining belief
Is only killing what is real
And punished by the things
That we could feel
That make us beautiful to me
With one another
Just tell me if we’re playing games
I know hide and seek
Send me off
Then let me count from ten to one
Cause I don’t want to make believe
So tell the truth
Come sneak me out
I’m counting down
Ten to one
One to ten
Is this a game?
What’s it about?
You don’t want me to go
But you can’t give me what I need
Growing up is difficult
The time has come to leave
© GÄ
Poétique 