Fake. Fake. Fake. Happiness is just a cover up for the dead cell that you are. That I am. You've twisted me inside out and now I lay worn and open
We all have a monster, nothing to be ashamed of. Something found in another, something that we're afraid of. But there's no walking backwards once
Every night I lie awake thinking to myself How my life is controlled by someone else This is not how I want to live Not how I want to be Pass it off,
Don't tell us what we're fighting for Our words will always speak our truth We state our problems and you'll understand Why our lives matter, they're
Last week I traded my surprise for your lament It's older now; the softest dirge, the shrillest cries Mistook the signs down from the road But the foul
Ignorance is all we need and in times like this there's no dying breed and we won?t move from our pedestals, we've come too far and we won?t step down
