Ive found  the edge of the facade,
I peeled  back all the layers.
Only  to find a rotten core,
I found myself  beeing played.
But why do i want  much more,
My skin crawls  when i try to sleep
The screams start when  i close my eyes.

How many  more  times  will you tell yourself  that all i am is lies?

And as crows raise my heart from the gutter
And i find myself feeling pride.
My garden  whimpers and wilts for no good reason.
Till i realized  you might be why it died