You cross your heart.
And even hope to die.
But what good is that when all of it is a lie?
With two fingers intertwined behind your back,
A textbook definition of a one eyed jack.
Conflicting statements roll off your tongue,
The charity case of a hopeless bum
You put your mothers life on the line by a faulty swear
Maybe if you flip the switch there wouldn't be the need to wear, The mask you've grasped for far to long.
The real you is most likely far to gone.
Like the one way train heading into nowhere, Each mile marks a part of you thats been hidden and faked.
The make up is painted on your face and caked, Cost of living going up cent by cent,
A penny a nickel a dime
The thought of you is tainted over time,
Each and every promise is staind blood red
Everything you swear upon is already dead,
How can you live in a lie?
The false reality that you've created
Is deliberately being sedated.
A one track mind on a two way street
Simply doing just enough to complete the task at hand.
Day by day nothing is changed
And it stays the same
So i ask you, Mrs.goodie-two-shoes
What would you do if everything just happened to blow up on you?