Obituary

Who can save you now,
When the writing on the page

Looks like a monster in a cage?
And your dreams represent all the things that you trap

Behind glass

So that no one can hurt you,
So that no one can help you.
Yes you hide behind lies,
You strive to be something else

When at the end of the day

You're left with all that you made.

You wonder if there's a place Where you can just be understood,
You don't feel pity for yourself,
Only distate for the hood

Where you can't lay your head down

Knowing you're in the wrong place;
Knowing that in any moment they'll analyze the look on your face

And they'll find who you are,
Under layers of fakeness,
Only to beat you to the ground

And leave behind all the pieces.