| Such hypocrisy
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| Such twisted beauty
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| Burning desire only to judge
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| Fake smile of reassurance
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| I have never felt so alone as now
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| But I’m not on my own by any stretch
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| And so
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| This feeling starts to grow
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| I want, I hesitate
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| The staring, hatred tearing through the air
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| I feel like I can’t stay because truth it has worn out
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| Can’t see the light of day for all the insults and doubt
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| Isolated, I am warped just like wood in choking heat
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| Rarely changes, no matter who you meet
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| Sophisticated
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| Domesticated
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| Generalise, something of a frequency
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| The crevasse is deeper than you’ll ever see
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| Time changes so many things I see
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| But this plague it infests perpetually
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| And so
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| Do you want to know
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| My flaws? |
| My past mistakes?
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| My deepest deepest insecurites?
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| I feel like I can’t stay because truth it has worn out
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| Can’t see the light of day for all the insults and doubt
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| Isolated, I am warped just like wood in choking heat
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| Rarely changes, no matter who you meet
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| Some things are truly beautiful to me
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| Aesthetics or morbid irony
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| And so
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| This feeling will not let go
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| Still want, still hesitating
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| Don’t know just what you’re creating
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| I’m breaking you keep taking it all
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| Too late now I fall into myself
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| I feel like I can’t stay because truth it has worn out
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| Can’t see the light of day for all the insults and doubt
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| Isolated, I am warped just like wood in choking heat
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| Rarely changes, no matter who you meet |