Funhouse

In this fun-house, a lovesick game, twisted sweet nothings, lies all the same, pretty colors, fade and shine, on my fantasies, the fun-house demons dine, behind mirrors they hide, your own nightmares and dreams, like a puppet, to the fun-house you're bound, your once bright future, no longer found, you've sold your soul, for a hopeful lie, you can't escape, don't even try, just play the game, like you're running with scissors, just dance in front of, the fun-house mirrors... comments please if this makes any sense to you. I don't quite understand it, but a friend of mine wanted me to post it so... yah..