| I can feel that I’m not real
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| No denying the reflection you see
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| Made from things that feel no pain
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| I have to lie to pretended that I’m me
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| Making you believe things I never felt
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| Living a lie means you’re never surprised
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| I’ll steal your thoughts to define myself
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| Everything I promise will never arrive
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| Schizophrenic symptoms
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| Of my split personality traits
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| My actions are life-like
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| But I’m so fucking fake
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| A synthetic reproduction
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| Of what I think that you want me to be
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| If you peel back the plastic
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| Nothing is all that you’ll see
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| It look me years to replicate tears
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| To embrace all the things that I hate
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| It’s so sad you believed that I cared
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| When I tell you the truth it’s too late
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| Tell me all the things that make me human
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| All the traits that I want to erase
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| Make a wish you self-deluded bitch
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| It might come true before you’re replaced
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| Schizophrenic symptoms
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| Of my split personality traits
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| My actions are life-like
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| But I’m so fucking fake
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| A synthetic reproduction
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| Of what I think that you want me to be
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| If you peel back the plastic
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| Nothing is all that you’ll see |