Hung Up

Hung Up

a mirror always reflects every truth beneath

now that i look into it

i saw a lost soul with beauty on sale

without love, without the heart, added with a hung out look

my weary feelings have drown me in desperation

i can’t get it out of my head

the hurts and the scars still linger on

made all everything impossible to reach

i had never wanted a second shot

it had never been beautiful at all

but still the images dance around me with the poisonous happiness

help me… would anybody whisper in my ear

and tell me that these are all only illusions