A hundred friends surrounding him A hundred smiles shaped his face forever A hundred floors to dance on A hundred drinks to hide his real intentions He feels so dismissed, even with his blessings It tells him how it feels, when something is missing There are things to tell, he's tired of listening Trust is a fairy tale, covered in kisses The warm body, the armor Hidden cold soul that needs resurrection His eyes are glazed and empty A puppets face so sick of adoration He feels so dismissed, even with his blessings It tells him how it feels, when something is missing There are things to tell, he's tired of listening Trust is a fairy tale, covered in kisses