To myself i wrote a letter
Cast it in a damned hell pyre
My skin marked, diseased as a reminder
I made a deal with the devil
In a shell and ashamed of my symptoms
A picture perfect but the picture was fake
Stained by my impostor syndrom
I'm bending the truth i fear
It's a mess i cannot clear
My mouth's shut the devil is near
So i tell my soul
I can't give up this late
I keep falling apart
I can't get out the stage
I keep playing my part
No one must know
I keep falling apart
The mask is on
I keep playing my part
Fake me
It's my fault i did let it happen
I keep getting away
The guilt has left me choking
The guilt is killing me
I can't give up this late
I can't get out the stage
No one must know
I keep falling apart
The mask is on
I keep playing my part
I scratch my arms blood red
All pieces torn to shreds
I'll bury it with me
Neverending anxiety
I'll end this mist
In misery
A sacrifice of my body and soul
All has a cost
And the price of pride
Makes me
Suffocate
The mask
It weights
Suffering
Fake me