All I Ever Did

Have I gone mad? Is this insanity? Maybe; But all I ever did Was stop pretending to be happy Stop pretending that everything was okay It’s hard to lie to yourself Every single waking day. We try to silence these feelings To paint out the words Forming on the flesh of the tongue Of lonely souls and outcasts. Trying to hide that feeling We all feel it We all feel it Insanity seems beautiful When it’s not common Not incredible When you meet the others Who whisper to you In dark alleyways And in the dreams We all feel it.