Laughing out loud in the crowded room,

Breaking down in the solitude of the bathroom;

Regrets chasing me like they'll kill,

And who knows, maybe they will.

Up that road, where all the beans they spill.

I steer clear of that place, that devious hill.

Skeletons in my closet that I want to hide,

People, they wanna know what, out of spite.

It kills to be around those smiling evils,

Should I not have been used to these devils?

Gentle and fake assurances of loyalty,

It's scary how convincing they can be;

Ones who were once inseparable now seldom meet.

Doesn't it hurt inside, don't you feel the need?

To eat your previous words, just and fall at their feet?

Say that you're sorry, that you wanna make up for real?

Broken promises, unseen tears;

People can feel so far away even when they are so near,

Wonder why that happens, wonder why the empty feeling?

Maybe it's just a part of being a human being . . .