Pockets Filled With Matches

So Sorry, Simone
Present an image of yourselfTailor it for somebody elseThen watch as you become the face you alwaysFeared above the restNo construct ever tells the truthIts nature won't allow it toThe first person you convince is yourselfThe rest will follow throughThese wings they make a mockery of youAnd those headlines they seem to get to youSo when you turn to face the wallTell me you can see through it allPity is all I feel for youAnd all the shit he puts you throughDo you do what you need to surviveOr will you stand your ground and die?And which of these is best making the pointOf what you want to say?No martyr ever tells the truthBecause his voice box will not moveBut forced to compromise will you stand orWill you be on your knees?Letras de cancionesThese scars they paint a sad picture of youBut no-one sees.. these secrets get to youSo when you say it means nothingAnd that it won't happen againPity is all I feel for youAnd all the shit he puts you throughDo you do what you need to stand rightOr are you content to just lie?Betray those principles you never worked outThe finer details ofNo asshole ever tells the truthHis faith will not allow him toIt's when you take the bait that you becomeYour own victimSo when you say he never liesYou're already trying to hide your facePity is all I feel for youAnd all the shit he puts you throughSo tell me that it all means nothing while he says"Your face is my canvas, my fist is my pen" From Letras Mania