Ladies and gentleman we're not even in space, no need to rush in

I'm sorry that I can't bring myself to like the stories from the book you've been reading,
in all honesty all I can see are empty words that are misleading.
Late night arguments,
and even later apologies,
could this really be the pinnacle of conflicting ideologies.

Brown sugar coated lies,
wearing a sweet disguise,
frowned upon by the broken,
unspoken truths,
trapped behind those beautiful eyes.

Get the hammer,
we will mend the burned bridges,
just know that not everyone is chasing riches.
Golden doors can't open up the lonely souls,
only fools will rush in.

Giant step each day won't make me any stronger,
while needing to push the same boulder.
And a little bit of love won't take the pain away,
if everything that we called love was based on the book you've been reading.