"Let me in and crawl beneath your skin.
I lie within and will be the one to win."
Disturbed by madness. Has now ruin your happiness. But can't you see, that little taste of reality. To hell with it, I'll let go of my pride. For I'm not the one with something to hide.
Questioning yourself every day, wondering if that answer you come up with, will ever change. Foolish little soul can't you see, I have you weak in your knees and I already have you beat.
Don't know what you heard of wise tales, and could care less of the stories told. But go on, try and escape thee. Take that step back and watch it unfold. The cost and price, to realize you will never be free. Now you know.
But you don't care for truth and only want to hear the lies. All you see is the revise. That is why you have been deprived. It all makes sense, you however just can’t comprehend.
Allowing your selfishness to win.
The continuous behavioral pattern of make believe and pretend.
As you continue to believe in these fairy-tales. Like the one of Cinderella with her very own Prince Charming, going to live happy. Allow me to change the ending, and show you that you will never be happy if one of you are pretending.
Blinded by a love that isn't even there. My guess is that your delusion covered those feelings of being scared. Doesn't want to hurt him is what you repeat. That makes it the number one reason to why you won't leave.
Constantly dissecting the truth thee I provide. Undiluted truth that will penetrate the haze and infiltrate your mind.
Who's the LIAR now? You or I. Yet at the end day, at least the wise man can say, “I Tried.”
Reality strikes again. Leaving you dumbfounded, with nothing to hide behind. That was just a little tap on you behind. But what you really need is a slap to your face, maybe then it will knock some sense into your tiny brain.
So does it matter what advice the wise man gives you? -Cause honestly, it will never be good enough. That's why the ones who are blinded live with their eyes shut.
"Under the surface it lies, all the truth it hides.
Lies within, beneath your skin.
A shiver down the back of your spine.
Like A cold breeze at the tip of you neck.
It strikes back."