Can i say what goes on inside my head
Before you get carried away with yourself
All this make up
And your made up stories
Its your way of stealing glory
Its your way of standing out
But your crown is as fake
As the tone of your skin
And im so sick of all these awkward smiles
and how you make me out
Its just a game that you like to play.
'Cause everyone here
Knows exactly what your made of and your doing
Fake smiles are so misleading but i know its not just me
Its everyone
And everything you do
Makes me wonder how you make it in this town
Trying to be somebody that your not
Its so obvious that your ons step behind
Why do you do those things
Have you got any morals using this funeral as your stage
Going behind his back all of those times
Adding more drama to your fucking cliché
And is that your boyfriend that your texting
And everytime that you walk by
I see someone that i dont know
But i know enough to figure you out.
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