Is this called living?

I breath, I eat, I sleep and I work too,

But is this called living? I have no clue.

I lost that smile, the innocence of mine,

I don’t want to believe, but yeah—it’s true.

I still go to parties, I still meet my friends,

But in all that crowd I’m still alone.

I wish—I had done something different than what I did,

But what’s the point? Once the moment is gone.

The hope that everything will just work out somehow,

Trying to forget the dreams we shared and that broken vow.

A laugh as an act, a smile as make-up,

Blood still running, but my heart’s gone cold.

A life full of lies, nothing feels true,

I’m alive I know, but is this called living? I have no clue…