Ballad

The Night Sky

When I look at the night sky
I can see so clearly all those lies
And truth be told
It's getting kind of old
When I look at the night sky

The look of their fake smiles
and the pungent smell of desperation
Leave behind a taste oh so vile

The me that they see
Is nothing but a fake
And this is their mistake
For I am only an illusion

When all turns black
And the stars become my light

I think to myself and lay back

The moon is my friend
The stars are my glasses
And I can see so much clearer
I can feel the wind's touch
And I can feel the wind's whisper

When I look at the night sky

I can see so clearly all those lies

And truth be told

It's getting kind of old

When I look at the night sky