Liar
I don't know what else to title this post, so I'm titling it the name of my new song:
Liar
What's the truth?
What's a lie?
What the fuck is left inside?
When you don't even know what is real
False pretenses
Never ending
Are you ever satisfied?
Or is it all just another illusion?
Who's a liar?
What's a liar?
Do you even know that...
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
What's inside?
Just a mask
What the fuck is left to hide?
When you can't even see what's in front of you?
Self-control
Always fading
Watch you take it all away
But is it really ever enough for you?
Who's a liar?
What's a liar?
Do you even know that...
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
He still remains
Remains...
Don't lie,
The truth is white against black
Don't lie,
You know you can't really fight back
Don't lie,
You know you can't think straight
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
Nothing but the truth
Nothing left to say
And the liar still remains
Still remains...
People sometimes ask me why all my songs have to be depressive, sad and angry. To all you people who pose this question to me, may you never live the life I live and may you NEVER have to go through and put up with everything that I have and still do.
Life's a bitch and then you die. A funny phrase, in the end, we're all glad we lived. Whether or not you realize it, everyone's glad they lived. Why do I write some of the songs I write? Maybe its a way for me to deal with and understand myself better. Maybe its a way to lash out at people indirectly. Maybe its a way to express thoughts and feelings through a medium that has always been there for me through the years, music. Maybe I finally have the courage to admit to myself who I really am. So many possibilities, so many ways one can interpret things. Music, poetry, writing. There is no definite, there is only the colour and the picture. Everything is in theory, nothing is for certain.
People who think they know me generally are the ones that don't really know me. Who am I and what have I become? I don't know. Maybe I am just a liar in the end. Can you forgive me then? I'm never sure whether to believe what I'm told over and over again, or whether I should just trust my instincts. Things are sometimes true when everyone says they are, but most things are simple fabrications and lies that people subconsciously do for whatever reason they see fit. No one can define who you are for you. You can only define yourself. If you're falling back on other people's definitions of you, maybe you need to look long and hard and see if you can see what you've really lost, and what you still have to gain.
"Because in the end, everything we are, is just everything we say and everything we do."
(Oh, yeah, before I forget, fuck you mom and dad)
Liar
What's the truth?
What's a lie?
What the fuck is left inside?
When you don't even know what is real
False pretenses
Never ending
Are you ever satisfied?
Or is it all just another illusion?
Who's a liar?
What's a liar?
Do you even know that...
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
What's inside?
Just a mask
What the fuck is left to hide?
When you can't even see what's in front of you?
Self-control
Always fading
Watch you take it all away
But is it really ever enough for you?
Who's a liar?
What's a liar?
Do you even know that...
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
He still remains
Remains...
Don't lie,
The truth is white against black
Don't lie,
You know you can't really fight back
Don't lie,
You know you can't think straight
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Don't lie,
The liar still remains
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
And the liar still remains
Nothing but a lie
Nothing but a fake
Nothing more than --
Someone to be hated for
Someone just like you
Someone far away
Nothing but the truth
Nothing left to say
And the liar still remains
Still remains...
People sometimes ask me why all my songs have to be depressive, sad and angry. To all you people who pose this question to me, may you never live the life I live and may you NEVER have to go through and put up with everything that I have and still do.
Life's a bitch and then you die. A funny phrase, in the end, we're all glad we lived. Whether or not you realize it, everyone's glad they lived. Why do I write some of the songs I write? Maybe its a way for me to deal with and understand myself better. Maybe its a way to lash out at people indirectly. Maybe its a way to express thoughts and feelings through a medium that has always been there for me through the years, music. Maybe I finally have the courage to admit to myself who I really am. So many possibilities, so many ways one can interpret things. Music, poetry, writing. There is no definite, there is only the colour and the picture. Everything is in theory, nothing is for certain.
People who think they know me generally are the ones that don't really know me. Who am I and what have I become? I don't know. Maybe I am just a liar in the end. Can you forgive me then? I'm never sure whether to believe what I'm told over and over again, or whether I should just trust my instincts. Things are sometimes true when everyone says they are, but most things are simple fabrications and lies that people subconsciously do for whatever reason they see fit. No one can define who you are for you. You can only define yourself. If you're falling back on other people's definitions of you, maybe you need to look long and hard and see if you can see what you've really lost, and what you still have to gain.
"Because in the end, everything we are, is just everything we say and everything we do."
(Oh, yeah, before I forget, fuck you mom and dad)
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