handlotion

Im an optical illusion
Your expectations of me awaitin stone like medusa
Lashing at me ripping out my mortal being
But your foundation is flimsy and slowly crumbling
Everything has an end
Now lets pretend that pipe dreams are made of medicine
Make me feel better again
Made me feel better than them
Or true or false sitting together again
I can't despise the way you capitalize
On situations the way you always seem to
Its been no surprise the way you speak those lies
Reassuring and convincing me that Im somebody too
But Im not
See, you wouldnt comprehend this
Insignificant magic deep within, inside
But you wouldn't realize
That if I was looking through your eyes then I would wanna die