Somewhat Surreal

And you'd think I'd care,
But it's over now,
Nothing can be done,
Truth and lies,
Of the day,
But nowt can penetrate,
Nothing can end the numbness,
That shadows the light of those events,
Leaving them in a certain surrealism,
Like a dream,
That would become a nightmare,
If to reoccur,
But never again,
It's not going to happen,
A promise to be kept.

Importance Lies in Bed

All these spiraling lies,
That we've come to despise,
Flying around so we don't know,
What is true and what's for show,
All is unsure,
No idea what to believe anymore,
Is there anyone to trust,
Among the lies and lust,
Or is love truly dead,
And all importance left in bed,
Does everyone just wanna fuck,
Or may I have a little luck,
And find a lover,
Like no other,
To be with forever,
And lie to never.