Just Another Day

I could lay here and pretend I'm sane.
Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.

I've forgotten what it's like to smile and not fake it,
Go through each day, not wondering if I'll make it.

Condescend, look down on myself,
I should really take down the mirror on my shelf.

Hypocrite, face is shit,
Every night I'm crying.
Discipline, full of sin,
Too many people dying.

I avoid all the pessimists,
They remind me of me.
I talk down on the optimists,
Because of jealousy,
That just ain't me,
In my teens, "fuck that."
I'll give it all for the luck to get my happiness back.

The fakes,
have become a disease.
It's seems like there's always someone to please.

Can I get a minute?
Maybe a few.
Told too many lies, i've forgotten what's the truth?

What is the truth?
Is it all what it seems?
I think my lies have built this terrible world of fantasy.

I've grown to live with this nightmare,
They help me write these poems.
Sad to say fame comes with death,
Cause that's when everyone knows 'em.