Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Is it an illusion?
Or is it truly me?
I lose my self in the disguises
Growing fond of the fakes
Do they like me for me?
Or what I appear to be?
They pretend to be there,
When really they don't care
If only they knew,
What I could do
They'd let me be free
Let me be who I want to be
They stabbed me in the back
I'll never forget that.
(This is a portrail of my life. I have people I hate and my friends, but when I'm around the people I hate, I must pretend to be their friends or else they will spread rumors about me. They stabbed me in the back and I'll never forget that.... I also know the rhythm is a little off)
