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Surely You're Faking
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May 2012 I'm far too tired of waiting,
all my love is slowly fading,
might as well be hating,
instead of love faking,
how can i expect to really own,
a real emotion since i've been stoned,
from the girl that left me alone,
on the phone on my way home,
ever since then i've felt the thorns,
from the roses, ring my head like horns,
keeping me up late night like i'm a teen again watching porn,
sleep the day away instead of deciding to mourn,
i'm actually in pain, i'll now admit,
i hate hanging around maybe, just say it,
that ever since that weekend we got naked,
you have been surely fakin.
