Liar
When the lights go off
I wanna watch the way you
Take the stage by storm
The way you wrap those boys around your finger
Go on and play the leader
'Cause you know it's what you're good at
The low road for the fast track
Make every second last
sometimes it's the silences, and the awkward murmurs that make the only moments we get together last, this tension is thick enough to drown in, but I think the part of me that cared died long ago. The police called and said the body can not be found "we've swept the lake, and we've checked the area, I'm sorry but we have no leads, we'll contact you if we find anything else". with that the phone line will click and the tone will ring throughout the room, maybe if we're lucky the sound of the receiver hitting the floor will echo off these bare walls.
Your tact is running low, the spare change in your pocket isn't even enough to make an interstate phone call to whoever you call whenever you need to blame your mistakes on someone else. The cars, the money, the house and the beautiful women won't remove all the terror and the heartache you've ever received in your miserable little life.
So I suppose this is a declaration of war on yourself, all those late nights you spend at the bar, all the trouble you get yourself into. Does getting punched in the face take the pain away from whatever you think you're suffering through? in the morning, every morning you'll realize just how much the world really hates you. Pitty you're so egotistical and so vain, maybe just once if you admitted you were wrong people would start caring about what the fuck you had to say.
You're a faker and you can't help but change yourself to fit in with the rest of us, your phrases and your come backs are recycled and old, no one cares about your pathetic little existence. your faux supermodel girlfriends hanging off your Armani suited arm, different one each 'special' occasion, no one could stand to spend more than that with such a low life like you. You think you're hot shit and you think we should worship the ground you walk on. you're not fooling us, because you can't even fool yourself..
It's about time you listen to the critics and get the fuck out of show biz. You've had your fifteen minutes of fame, live fast, die young, don't let the world ever see the real you. who do you think you are? because obviously you were wrong.