Eleven Hours

Silly girl, you thought he could love you
Love in his heart is like oxygen underground.
Fake tears, fake smile, fake friends, fake love
Realness in him is like rainfall in a drought
He lied when it began, he lied when it ended
Honesty in him is like sanity in confinement
He covered his eyes, buried his head, and ignored how he broke her
Decency in him is like stars in day
Silly girl, he could never love you
But still, everyday you looked his way
Everyday, he turned away
Is there something wrong with his eyes?
He's too impaired to see what's in front of him
Or maybe he can't see because of the haze caused by all his pretty little lies
and, if that's an apology, he better try harder
With a blank face, and an insincere tone, the mood just isn't right.
With him, it's someone new every day
And loyalty is dead in these silly games he plays
She pities him, because he thinks everything's so hard
He doesn't realize, she'd never treat him the way he treated her
Maybe he's scared, or maybe he just likes the hurt
All he has is want, hate, and greed
And if he leaves those that care for him, hurt is what he'll have.
And she will smile and laugh.
Silly girl, he never loved you.
But that's okay with me.