I could never tear myself away
And at the same time,
I can't help this urge I feel to run away.
Maybe this is just me
Maybe I could never sit still
Maybe I am not aloud to be.
With every emotion that I feel,
I question if this life is real.
But of course it is
If it were fake,
It would be perfect.
So I take what I can get
And hide behind my porclein mask
Pretending that everything is perfect
Pretending that everything is worth it.
Can you blame me?
If I am no longer the same
Demon that I've always been
Filled to the brim with every sin
That I have committed against myself.
Against no other they see me an angel
If I am rea