Pretty Little Advice

Pretty Little Advice

Riddle me this..

Riddle me that..

Why does the love that escapes my heart always tend to be black?

Why is there a sharp feeling of dread when I think past to my past

And why does the rumours that escape their filthy mouths are all lies, no doubt

Whenever will my life seem to brighten up?

Or when would this spinning globe of occupants collapse, changing them and over turn?

Why couldn’t I just blend in with the darkness

The moon, the stars, the sun, they see where the truth is

I have all eyes on me

But it’s not the greatest look, you see..

The one above knows what the truth holds

And only he knows that this beating heart has a dreadful hole

They say that I’m a bad person, to stay away, don’t be proud

But I’m not a bad person, it’s just the companies with its noisy echoing sounds

The ones you think were your friends will always betray you

Never trust anyone but yourself, it’s the only thing that can save you

If you go through something traumatic, don’t go telling people because you’re scared

You should be deeply scared if those deep secrets are spilled

Learning from the past is hard to take and hard to fake

But learning from the past is what makes you well again, even if deep down you know you’re going insane

Learn to fake your happiness, don’t allow anyone to see you sad

If they see you sad and struggling, you seek attention and all of a sudden you’re bad

That’s why it's best to start wearing fake faces;

Fake faces that suit every event without letting anyone out there know what’s going on in that deep pit of eternal pain of hell

Do what keeps you sane, just don’t bother on what they say

If you know you’re a good person, don’t try to prove it to anyone, keep it to yourself because you know your true potential

Know that not everyone will be there for you

You need to learn to take your challenges by yourself too

If it gets overbearing, still don’t utter a sound to anyone before it all ends up blue

So listen to these pretty ugly little advices, learn from your experiences

Because the experiences that you may hold would put you back in desperate places

If you’re an okay person keep it undercover

Don’t let anyone out there see what you’re going through, hold it in for much much longer

Fake it till you make it but don’t fake it till you die

Fake it so that no one can laugh you while you grieve from the inside

Pretty little advice, Pretty little lies

Hold on to these words with your whole entire life