the pretender

there is no light above my head

there is no a fuzzy dream

there is no hope

there is no ambition

there is no lover

i can`t breathe the air

you suffocate me

you take all

you are taking as much as you are willing to take

why is always about you?

why my soul feels like a silent shout?

everybody says that we are he best

everybody says that you love me

you sleep next to me

but my loneliness is always around me

i need to hear you say something about me

i need to feel you over me when we are alone and not just at the club

you are the great pretender

you are the greatest lover

and i hate the sarcasm.