How far will people get before the stakes are too high?
Is it only me fearing my demise?
I don’t know if it’s just me but things seem catastrophic.
**** the masquerade, why do they love this?
How many people will they **** over before things get too dire?
**** my time here people are such ******* liars.
Before things got too contorted and distorted, I wanted to see the beauty in the world. But no one else seemed to be for it.
So as I watch my life crash before my eyes, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess and figure out all of their lies.
I’ll hope that the ones who stay in my life aren’t wearing a disguise.
Because no one seems true and I barely even care about my demise.