I know what they see,
What they think they know.
I know what they hear,
Silence like snow.

I know how they are,
All covered with guck.
I know who they know,
The souls that they ****

I know,
How I know.
That they take all the hearts,
Make them their show.

But they hide this part,
The hate that they do.
They hide it behind the mask,
That says "I love you."

So you see,
Their not a real lover.
For everything that they really are,
Has a cover.