The endless amount of fake

The lies we tell are so unbelievable
Secrets written on our skin are invisible
Hiding the very words you know will hurt me
What hideous skin you have
Wearing like fake fur
Lying about what you've done to her
Hatred lingering in the air
Faking as if we don't care
The mask on our face hide more than our pain , hate and fate
It hides the hideous things we do in the dark
While those who spy on us see from afar
And yet their the creeps
Not the ones who fake everything and stab you in the back
Who taught us to act like that
Such hideous things written on our skin
Yet our mouth's say everything but truth
What we think is so deep within the roots
Yet we won't say "yes I'm through" ending what is faked
Endless amount of pain
Ending the fucking fate
Carry on with the games
Yes we are fake

Bloody roses on top of whites ones
Yes that's how deep our lies run
We are a venomous python
And that's why no one likes us

In each other's business
Wanting to hear endless of secrets
That we won't tell until we're on our death bed's
So yes I admit it I'm not perfect
And yes I'm fucking worthless

Do you get tired of games?
Being so fake?
Hating this life and never knowing why?
But instead you'd rather live a lie
While you remain dead inside

So fuck the pain
Fuck the hate
Fuck the games
Fuck the endless amount of being fake