Sooner or later we all turned this shade of grey so we just decided to let it be..
Our mirrors were all cracked and stained.
We didn't care, we liked the way the light refracted; we thought it showed our pain.
How ridiculous we were, how incredibly vain.
Why did we want to feel pain? We'd never felt true hunger, so why did we pretend?
Why did we want to?
I don't think I'll ever understand.
We soon realized we'd hidden from each other, our selves.
We had never really trusted, or cared, we were, and always would be fake