They tell me "This is life"
you've got to thrive  
no matter what you face
have to survive          
no matter what you interlace
have to stay alive  

so with fake grace
I pretended to fit into
this hive
that they call life
even though i've lost all of
my drive

but If they'd just glance
into my eyes
they'd realize,
i'm not "dope"
They'd see
my lost hope.
They'd see
through my lies.
They'd see my disguise.

and the fact that I no more shine
to be revealed on the shrine...
is what terrifies every single cell of mine