When everything you say
Is just like everything else you said
With everything you do,
there's no way to make it through to the end
Because everything that we've been through
Apparently means nothing to you
And because our phone calls
Fade out like permanent goodbyes
Love is a lie.
When I'm staring into the wishing well
Dropping pennies from my hands
With promises attached to their sinking copper souls
Because shooting stars run like an empty bank
And dreams become void when you're finally awake
All things eventually die
Hope is a lie.
When all we believe is that the end is near
With smog covering the world like a blanket of death
Tomorrow never comes for some
Because prophesies take out a loan from the empty bank of hope
And the sunset draws a curtain closed over our blue sky
Faith is a lie.