We are what we pretend to be
And I can't find the time for me
The time where I can hide away from the
Theatre of this world
She hated people who talked too much
She used her beauty as a crutch
There's no one that she couldn't touch
And she didn't have a care
Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt
Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt
You smelled of mustard gas and roses
As you sang the song that time composes
Sang the song that proposes
We destroy the world
I feel nothing and I'm alive
Who says that we shouldn't strive
For living a life that you can derive
A sense of happiness
You were sick, but now you're well
It's not as if we could even tell
You always are a living hell
And you make us want to cry
Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt
Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt