Fictitious!

No one seems to be able to put it into words.
It's the ultimate enemy, the outsider.
How can something be so two-faced and fake?

One second it's filling you with butterflies-
The next it's stabbing you in the heart with all of it's fallacies and lies.

Yet this is one fictitious thing everyone craves.


You struggle to understand the complexity of it all.
How on earth did you allow yourself to fall?

It's difficult to obtain and even harder to maintain.
With every drip of liquid, your life is stained.

A pillow, soaked with tears.
You feel stupid because you were fooled for years.

Yet this is one fictitious thing everyone craves.


The pieces are even harder to pick up.
The memories can't be erased, they'll always be stuck.

Aren't we all better off alone?
There's nothing better than the warmness of your own home.

You can only count on you-
You can't break your own heart.

Forget the fictitious dream and love thyself-
That's truly where it starts.

Then when you're jamming to the rhythm of your own song,
Another fictitious dream will quietly come along.

You fall and fall in the same cycle again.
Oh love, you're such a terrible friend.