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
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.