• Is it hard to hide
    Behind the facade of makeup?
    Is it hard to lie
    And make up gossip?

    I'm breaking down
    My facade
    I refuse to drown
    I am among the flawed

    Is it hard to fit in
    Those skin tight clothes
    Call me the mortal sin
    Because that's how society goes

    There's a sting in your word
    It breaks my strength
    Yet all has come to have heard
    All has put me at great length
    I am done with the whispers
    I am done with the pain
    Nothing but whimpers
    There's nothing to gain

    You're nothing but a cold,
    and broken shell
    And your heart of "gold"
    Has been through hell

    I am breaking the facade
    Under the eyes of God
    All you hypocritical frauds
    You lies are what I applaud.