hey I got famous,
yeah could you believe?
started my own brand,
called it failures eve.
it got popular quick,
regret was delivered everyday,
and shame made friends,
while truth decided to betray.
kindness bailed on me quick,
he didn't even say a goodbye,
and I think hope hates me,
but I'm too tired to even try.
oh and love sent a package,
said I have something for you,
it was wrapped around a lie,
with a note that didn't get through.
I've been doing this job
for many years,
ever since I was a kid
I've studied all fears.
we became friends,
and only he kept his promise to stay,
at least he doesn't pretend,
he visits every night without a delay.
he calls me his toy,
and it used to be a fun game,
but I think it stole my joy,
now nothing is the same.