Disillusion

I see you searching as you look into my eyes
questioning my motives
and accusing me of lies
but I'm not lying...

You're not around enough to see
or know the things I do.
and in the past, I've refused to see
but now I have a clue

You're not the best that you could be,
but neither am I.
I hope to be a better me
before the day I die...

It's strange how fearful nightmares
lurk behind familiar faces.
and memories remain behind
to haunt the best known places

And I feel as if I can't go on
I don't want bitterness and pain
I don't want to fear, don't want to feel
I never want to cry again...