fairies in the magic forest

the same old story once again,

i hope there's still something i gain.

with all my work to fit the form-

i keep go back to where i'm from.

because there's no one i can trust,

though some times i think i must.

and nobody really is my friend,

but i smile and keep pretend.

instead the heart i use the brain,

so i can never get no pain.

wearing mask of sweet and care,

but for me it's hard to bear.

and it seems you got so far,
that what you built is what you are.
then everything is breaking down,
there are just pieces on the ground.

and if it's set, and if it's true,

that the stranger's always you.

should i just stay all  alone,

or should i try it on and on?