Naive

The hope you feel before it fails, you hold it close and then it dies.
Smoke and mirrors played your mind.
The first mistake, you believe the lies.
Trust me when I say that «this is nothing I want to hear,» a cry out for
attention, actions always speak louder than words and they always will.
The weight you feel before it falls, you hold it up and then it breaks.
Sleight of hand gets you every time.
The rest is lost, somewhere in the lie.
My heart is racing and your mind is strong and time moves like the wind.
Wherever you are, is where you belong.
Your line in the sand.
My heart is saying «this is all wrong» and time is what I have left.
Things that I’ve seen and what I’ve become, that’s who I am.