confessions of a good friend

perfect life. empty living.
perfect smile. laughter missing.
somethings are harder to fake tonight.
their stories are old. ive heard them all by now.
theyve been retold. trying not to let it out.
some things are harder to hold inside.
i wanna know it all, every last bit,
but its not new to me, cause i have witnessed.
all these things before, lying on the floor.
story time is old, cause the stories are retold.