Miss Departed Un-Dead.

Now that we've been running for miles,
I see that pretty little smile caress your lips,
It's fake and I know you wait for me to say I love you, too,
This fake gesture of happiness,
Will it kill or will it fade in time.
If I knew you were alive,
Are you dead or are you here,
Was it just another tear,
Wiped away by a fake smile,
Your killing me slowly all the time.

Can I trust,
Who isn't breathing,
This pain I've been receiving,
Through these happy cries,
Will we live and be alright,
Is this happiness impossible to find?

With those pretty little lips,
Caressing fake smiles,
All the time,
Who do I believe?
Can I trust you to be all mine?