We're not gonna make it

We're not gonna make it.
We were never meant to.
The leap, the cut, the lies you tried.
Seldom satisfies.

We're not gonna make it.
We're not going to.
We're not gonna make it.
We were never meant to.

When you look into her eyes.
Utter lies of assurance.
Do you really know?
Or are you insincere?

The Insider

Softly to myself.
Whispers from within.
Lies that spell your name
Convinces me I'm sane.

Is she not here with me?
Why doesn't she know my name?
We wish they wouldn't be.

Time will never change.
Perhaps we're made the same.
She speaks through my lips.
She sees through my eyes.

Is she not here with me?
Why doesn't she know my name?
We wish they wouldn't be.

Yvette

And I turned away from her.
I simply could not,
let her see the flood/abundance/torrent of tears.
She,
seemed to understand.
Did not leave me,
in anger/despair/sadness.
But enveloped/embraced me,
my back still to her.
And felt the pain/despondency that ran through me,
rather than see it fall from my face.

Frail

Reading in excess, into everyone.
Help that no one needs, safe beyond your creed
In hearts bleak.

Fighting everyone, hope will never come.
Love that comes undone, attention that you want.
Last in line.

And your demons will find you.
Hiding in your skin.
Wary of his words.
Fragile as you are.