Like hypocrites,
Backstabbing betrayals.
My heart went through it all but,
It hurts to be me.
All they kill,
Is my image.
Painting myself another picture,
I am not who you want but,
I am what I am who I am.
A scary friend I know,
Will put the knife,
Right where you turn.
Fake and lies but,
Everything is twisted.
How they speak,
So hard to take the real,
Coz fake and real look the same.
I know you want to be with me.
But, don’t tell me what’s not real,
Like the twisted lies.