It's all a sham, who gives a damn about my plan

I'm not a good friend because I can't be the person I really truly am

I'm quiet, but in a moments notice that can surely turn violent

Because when I open my mouth to speak, who will you hear?

Me, or who I try to be?

Honestly,

I long for my innocence,

Staring in broken mirrors trying to fix my appearance

Pondering seriously

How did this come to be?

How is the person you now see?

Astonishing how this mask fits so damn perfectly,

Perfectly suffocating until I can no longer breathe

Steadfast,

I search for deliverance,

Staring in broken mirrors trying to fix my appearance

Now crashed,

One to speak her mind, but that voice is muffled under this mask

Now all that seems to get out earns a response, makes people laugh

One who actually gave a damn about her grades,

but she'd rather sit in the back of the class and watch them slip away

Oh my, Oh my!

I can't even look myself in the eye

How could I let the Master of Disguise ruin my life?

Soul-rapist

Religious-terrorist

Faith-racist

Destructive-therapist

God damn one time let the church say Amen

Because surely a revival can be made

After all this world was founded on what we had to trade

It's hard to take back the cards that you've already played

But if we find the Will, then we can surely find the way

I know I can be saved

Relentlessly,

With perseverance,

I stare in broken mirrors trying to fix my appearance