It's terrible to be on your way home knowing that when you get there you'll stop Take a breath, put a smile on your face and go inside Pretending that there aren't millions of needles piercing Every inch of your heart It's horrible to pretend that the world outside is happy When emptiness takes over your chest And the pain increases every minute It's like lying to yourself, hiding the truth from your own conscience It's like pretending that fire doesn't burn and ice can't freeze Pretending that the blade doesn't cut and the rope can't hang Pretending that life doesn't end And that death will never come Pretending that you're happy When sadness is the only thing you've ever felt It's terrible to lift your head and pretend that there isn't a huge weight on your shoulders Looking forward and pretending to have left the past behind Pretending that love has already been seen when all you had was hate and resentment It is terrible to pretend to yourself that you are happy To deceive your own shadow To bewilder your own feelings Lost in deep illusions It is terrible to give away gold and silver and receive wrapped stones To walk through the dark without even a candle To walk a tightrope over a precipice And to be in the same cage with a hungry tiger It is terrible to dream that one day everything will change Knowing that it will not change It is terrible to think It is terrible to write It is terrible to live