you pretend you are happy
but inside you’re really not
you ponder upon what you don’t have
forgetting about what you’ve got
you continue to feed your mind
with a false sense of joy
guilty is the state you live
your conscience is your ploy
you stagger about lost in your world
on your face a painted on grin
emotions like the lotion smeared
on your desperate hollow skin
a distorted view lives in your eyes
like through glasses without a lens
you only love what you can’t feel
your high is your best defense
when you come down off your cloud
your dreams are in a haze
the only peace is in your slumber
you know numbered are your days
until you get your next fix
the days will be filled with sorrow
you’ll find your dealer in awhile
and euphoria you will borrow
someday you’ll wind up in a bed
that in you permanently lie
as you take your last breath in
your lover finally says goodbye