Considering the fact she thinks she\'s mad
She\'s really quite sane
It’s the games she plays on people’s hearts
It hurts, she smirks
Knowing it’s cutting into the skin of her lover
Except they’re not really lovers
They’re each other\'s cover
Buffers is that they considered themselves
Just another incompatibility creating tragedies
So many travesties of the world she fed him
A lost little boy
With no real perception of how it really is in the real world
“This is real, girl.”
As he took a step off her platform of perfection
And said his last goodbyes
She wanted a compromise
But he was done with her lies
She cried
Tears shed as then they picked up this pencil
And used another\'s life as a stencil
To trace a dream that had always been dreamt about
Consirisized a plan to slash his mind
Used her rhymes to make some sense of time
For them time wasn’t a thing- just consuming
Perfuming all of the negative energy away
Knowing he couldn\'t stay
He couldn\'t stay
And she acted like she wasn\'t phased
But she was
A little molehill left in the dust
Considering the fact
She used to be his only mountain