Eliza Ashdown - D3 - CBD [3]

If you hold my hand, I can show you a land that's so far away.

We can paint smiles and bruises upon ourselves, smiling in disgust of our sins.

Won't we look so broken, my friend?

So beautiful, we could be; so disastrous, we are.

I laugh when the daylight burns, and I weave lies to mask my pain.

Bring the moon, and true tears will fall; feeling myself collapse into a pool of misleading diamonds, I will shudder.

I make excuses; I make excuses to hide the pain.

Let me be honest, for one quick second...

Life is such a fragile game.