Because nothing is ever as it -

My life is falling apart at the -

It's not how it looks

Not what it -

The seams of my life

So delicately sewn

You live a life

Meant to be my own

Falling apart

Falling forever

See me now

See me never

Nothing is ever as it seems

My life is falling apart at the seams

This is how it looks

But it's not what is seems

Once upon a nighttime

Darkness lasted a lifetime

Buy paper by the ream

And write my little heart out

The seams of my life

So delicately sewn

You live a life

Meant to be my own

Falling apart

Falling forever

See me now

See me never

I'm a fake seamstress creation

I'm not real, don't exist

For as long as I live

If you insist

The needle scrapes my skin

Do fake people feel

Pain like the misery I'm in

As my heart is stitched out

Midnight as black as you

Loss that's always new

Guilt that overtakes me

Happiness forsakes me

As I am left to face me

Alone in the dark

The seams of my life

So delicately sewn

You live a life

Meant to be my own

Falling apart

Falling forever

See me now

See me never

A/N- I suppose this is closer to a poem than a song, but... and I'm thinking of changing the name. Of the Seams of my Life that Seem to be Fake (I don't know if I have the correct capitalization in that... can someone check?) is a mouthful, but that was the working title and now that I'm done I can't really think of another... .. …... … …. . . . …..anyway, review, por favor.