so much love lost in lust

as i try to fake it i become more like them... where is the exit? i'm tired of masks... maybe an oxycodone overdose might work better than sitting here and accepting all this bull. but then again... on fait comme on peut, pas comme on veut... the amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand... i cannot even say that it'll soon be over.... unfortunately it ain't that easy... what is? nothing is and everything is not? funny concept. can one take more of this? two maybe? ha! you'd wish.... would you be my nothing? who could be my nothing? i couldn't be my own nothing even if i tried... you wouldn't be for all i care... i never cared either, i just had to fake it just like you showed me... so many fakers... so many lies... so much love lost in lust...