nathan lyle


Endless masks, deceptions, false emotions.
Why are hearts tearing?
Only lies, excuses, going through the motions.
Where is the caring?
I feel lost, tired, sick of trying.
Why do we pretend?
Winning the world, while inside, dieing.
Where does it end?
For me, no more games, running 'round, lost in circles.
I know who I am.
No more excuses, pretending there's no hurtles.
I'm only human.