Truth,
Yeah I don't want to be here.
But there's you.
You seem to live inside my atmosphere.
We might fall,
We might break,
We don't give what we take.
We just answer with questions and make mistakes.
Are you pure?
Are you marked?
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who you are now?
I hope that you can see,
The better sides of me.
Am I your make believe?
Are you my everything?
Strange, we seem to live inside a cycle.
I'm drained, can feel us spinning round in circles.
We grow old, we find hate
We don't fix what we break.
We're malevolent seething, is it too late?
Are you pure, am I marked?
Do we know who we are?
Do we know who we are now?
I hope that you can see,
The better sides of me.
Am I your everything?
Are you my make believe?