They're Lost in this Charade

Hide your eyes behind the black,
Like it will somehow kill the pain,
and make up for the things you lack,
as you slowly go insane.

Dwell on everything he said,
words you beg to forget..
Tell yourself you're not dead,
lie to yourself like all the rest.

And I know it will never be the same,
we both keep searching for a way to kill the pain.
And as we grow, we slowly grow away.
Away from everything; everything, to ever bring a smile to our face.

Keep pretending it's alright,
Yeah, like you're so adjusted.
You found the "answer" in the night,
and you've destroyed all I've trusted.