It's Gone

Treasure hunt
A hidden room
Little bottles
Pink perfume
Glitter the material
Building the ethereal
Big eyes
Small hands they

Open like a jewelry box
Secrets are the diamonds lost
Dripping from new grazed knee
When did we learn to believe
In the illusion

Feeling just like prison
Funds are insufficient
Moving forward always holds the hurt of reminiscence

Non existent
How to miss it
It's too late
Too late no
It's too late
Too late
It's gone

Dressing up to just stay in
Growing imagination
Waking from a nightmare touched
Feeling not enough too much
Learning to fake it

Constant indecision
Internal division
Why is it not just like what is shown on television

Non existent
How to miss it
It's too late
Too late no
It's too late
Too late
It's gone

Non existent
How to miss it
It's too late
Too late no
It's too late
Too late
It's gone

Pushing away is just holding on
As embracing's letting go
What's the difference between right or wrong
Making peace with I don't know