Your shirt is stained when you wear your heart on your sleeve. So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there. Your face in the mirror doesnt give a reflection. So you paint one on, its the art of imitation. It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well. But you cant ignore, dont know who you are, so what. Your sugar coated, guns are loaded Afraid of tasting yourself. So you keep lying, never trying Say your somebody else The bitterness inside your heart It shows through in your eyes, And you cant win in the end. You take your big guns, loading them with your fatal charm. The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now. Ive learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true. Now Im a confection to taste good is all I must do. Your sugar coated, guns are loaded Afraid of tasting yourself. So you keep lying, never trying, Say your somebody else Its too easy to get to where you Take it, dig it, every day And you cant win in the end. The bitterness inside your heart, It shows through in your eyes, And you cant win in the end.
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