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Who are you, really? I often see you switching masks But I never know if the cheek I'm stroking Is flesh or fiction My own cheek is stained with tears That disappear into the rushing brook below Not tears of heartbreak; only of anger Anger that a person could be so unapologetically ugly Anger that I always brought the glass to my lips After you filled it with liquid facades So thinly veiled that I could see right through And I drank even though I wasn't thirsty I was just looking for something To drown out that ever-present emptiness You thought you were getting away with something But it was known all along I was just too defeated to raise a voice against it I don't like myself any more than you like me Which isn't saying much Where are you, really? You've got that distant look in your eyes Letras de cancionesYour mind seems elsewhere Are you thinking of her? Or maybe it's just all those pills you ate Today, the vacant you isn't even here Although you swore you would be Your remnants are all over this fucking house Naked flesh captured on film The artwork of projected sentiment The dinner awaiting your arrival Emptied wine glasses from drunken nights past These objects in your absence Almost add up to the whole of you Which isn't saying much What are you, really? Only a monster could lie so ruthlessly Could give us both that piercing stare Straight-faced and with such conviction And promise we were the only one Could swear of such falsities On the grave of a fallen love I'm convinced you have no soul, no emotions, no shame Are you much more than a poorly decorated outer shell? When I speak my mind Give you my two cents I toss the coins into your open mouth They roll down your throat And sink to the bottom without a sound You're an empty fucking void Your skin's your only substance Which isn't saying much How are you, really? Bits and pieces of your shell are flaking off Those hairline cracks at your temples are spreading The rift between yourself and the ones you've deceived is widening No amount of pills will make the tremors in your brain go away Your world's about to shatter and your lies won't save you now A few crooked beams remain in your foundation But that isn't saying much. From Letras Mania