Makup
You hold this mirror to look at your self but your hand is shivering and shaking and you cant hold it steady long enough to put on this fucking make up to cover the truth. Make all your lies pretty so no one will know. Make it all pretty so everyone will love you. Everyone will still be your friend. If they knew the truth would they even look at your face. Because if they knew the makeup, this fucking makeup would be off and they would see all of your disgusting ugly lies that our you truths. That is your life. That you live through your days and you keep lying and keep putting on that damn makeup and telling yourself everything is all right. Its time to leave your room, your dressing room and come out and put on an act for your audience and your fans. Inside you are broken. You are bleeding and burning. Its time to come. Its time you fucking come out and face the truth. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing. To anyone yourself. So keep on the act and keep applying those lies. Keep playing those roles you play so well. Keep tricking and deceiving. Keep destroying. Keep killing everything and everyone you care about. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing without your fucking makeup. Keep making up everything that you want to hide. Keep making up all of these lies that you believe to be truths. Keep passing them off. You cant tell the difference anymore. You are nothing more then the lies you tell.