My lies, I see, are pieces of me,
jagged and sharp;
Reminding me what I'd like me to be;
They fall from my fingertips,
With each press of a key,
And blink onto a screen,
To stare back, in disgust, at me.
My lies, I see, are pieces of me,
jagged and sharp;
Reminding me what I'd like me to be;
They fall from my fingertips,
With each press of a key,
And blink onto a screen,
To stare back, in disgust, at me.
