Your Cover's Blown ©

Your cover's blown to pieces.
But no one cares to save you.
The rancor you've been eating
has swamped your very being.

Your ego's bruised and beaten.
And we're left with your demons.
Your games just might prove fatal
Because we're sick of playing.

Who is real and who is fake?
How do I figure it out?
How can we differentiate?

This whole damn world refers scripted means
of being who they'd like to be.
But acting's not for me.

Your covers blown to pieces
and we're left with your demons.
There's no more sense in lying.
You will never sway me

       not again

A pretense from the cradle
and I'm not so forgiving.
They're all fair-weathered friends,
untrue to the end.
Please break the facade and let down your guard.
There's nothing left to defend.