Maybe it was all just beautiful lie.
I thought you were the only one not wearing a disguise.
Now I guess it’s time for me to continue to hide.
Because I have no hope for a love to help me touch the sky.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to rearrange my fate.
And have a happy couple of days.
But until I find a way to escape, I’ll always remember the love you gave.
And how you meant so much more than I ever thought anyone could.
But now I’m left alone and aching.
I guess it’s my world that’s shaking.
Or maybe just changing.
Whatever happens next I hope I can save me.

Everyone thinks there’s an easy way out.
But the masquerade never stops and I’m left with too much doubt.
I want to try to get up and out.
But I’m damaged and caged, and I’m slowly going insane.
Why won’t they just stop the games?
I’m starting to fill up with too much hate.
And left wondering if I’ll ever escape.
But this labrynth of a maze is filling up my days, with too much to undo because the truth is misconstrued.
So I guess it looks like I’m ******, because none of them will ever have enough.
And everything’s so distorted that the truth is so contorted that my life is just so horrid.
And I have nothing more than a predetermined mess of a life.

There is no more good locked inside this vessel.
Just a hateful corpse dragging whatever’s left through life.
I guess it was only a matter of time until I no longer cared.
None of this makes sense, when will I reach my last breath of air?
I want to rip my veins right out of my arms.
I feel nothing and that kind of agony would do less harm.
People play god and don’t care about the consequences.
But what if there’s no way out? It’s their lives they should have ended.
Isn’t that what mass murders are usually about?
**** it I guess I’m past just a mess there’s no reason for anymore doubt.

Can’t escape dying in vain.
I can’t stay the same and it’s driving me insane.
Why is life a ****** up game.
Tormenting who they “don’t like” for their own sick gain.
Nothing is ever supposed to stay the same.
Life is supposed to be a spiral not some twisted charade.
There’s no point to the ******* because they make everything seem true.
What’s the point of distorting reality.
It’s so contorted because people’s hearts or heads are filled with greed.
What happened to respect peace and harmony?
It’s like everyone forms their own alliances and it’s like some ****** up army.
So I guess that could mean it could turn into a more despicably vicious cycle.
I guess I’m not the one whose living in denial.
But I have no will to help what I can fathom.
So **** it I guess I’ll just succumb to the shadows.

Why did I ever care?
No one was ever really there.
My whole existence is planned out.
That’s why no one truly cares.
And all everyone hoped was for me to stay oblivious and never find out.
I guess I’ll always be filled with doubt.
I just wish there was literally any way out.
So I guess that’s why they burdened me with all of these disorders.
It’s clear that this life has no order.
I find it sickening that life is really this ******.
I don’t care whose side they’re on cause I’ve had enough.
It’s so misconstrued when I call their bluffs.
The truth is distorted, will they ever get enough?
Why is everything about evil and greed?
Blinded by hate because no one ever sees.
Why doesn’t anyone care about all of humanity.
They say life isn’t fair but when you’re suffering you can find it hard to see.
Being unbiased has faded away, and for me there’s no hope for a brighter shade.
So **** the masquerade because they feed on the weak.
all they care about is power, evil and greed.
Maybe they don’t see, but I think they’re all corrupt.
**** it all because life has turned into a cesspool of people fiending over corrupted lust.

I feel like a slave.
There’s no peace in whatever this nonsense they play.
If only there were another way.
But I’m a lifetime too late.

Hated.
So jaded.
Can’t evade it.
I wish I could escape.
But my life is a labyrinth of a maze.
It was only a matter of time till I wasn’t okay.
What’s with these games?
Deception.
No direction.
Forced suppression.
Misconstrued perceptions.
I’m lost and I don’t think I’ll ever be found.
I know I’ll never get used to the sound.
Tear off my limbs and pin me to the ground.
I’m trapped in a cage and I can’t get used to the sound.