A paper heart and paper wings

What is this...? La verdad... no entiendo... fake a smile, pretend all is fine, play along with the crowd, lets all take part of this life created by mere lies... But why? Why do we let ourselves fall down so low, let go of all that truthfully matters and slip away, slowly at first, and gaining speed by the second? I repeat... i do not understand... We are so light in our souls at first, just like paper, we may take steps in water and still manage to float, yet as soon as we find ourselves taking part of this society, suddenly we look around us, and we are sinking into a pool of blue, dark blue, turning black every time we fall deeper and deeper, and all that remains is... nothing, we are no longer in the position to swim back up to the surface. We are just straight down lost, nowhere to run to... What happened with our paper hearts and paper wings? What happened to that innocence that we all possessed at first.... Lets go back to those days of paper hearts and paper wings, for even though they are delicate and easily broken, maybe... maybe they may also be easy to fix... for sure it is easier to make another paper heart than it is to get another actual heart... it is far easier to dream of flying and peace... than it is to actually be able to commit the act... so even though there the paper is torn in our hearts, we can still take tape and fix it, slowly and carefully and ensure ourselves to the peace of having it back together, almost in its original state... or maybe that is the perfect excuse to escape a reality in which we are aware that with a real heart, this burns and pains will never be erased and remain there, marked forever...