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.