Truth

Yeah I don’t want to be here

But there’s you

You seem to live inside my atmosphere

We might fall

We might break

We don’t give what we take

We just answer with questions and make mistakes

Are you pure?

Are you marked?

Do you know who you are?

Do you know who you are now?

I hope that you can see

The better sides of me

Am I your make believe?

Are you my everything?

Strange, we seem to live inside a cycle

I’m drained, can feel us spinning round in circles

We grow old, we find hate

We don’t fix what we break

We’re malevolent seething, is it too late?

Are you pure, am I marked?

Do we know who we are?

Do we know who we are now?

I hope that you can see

The better sides of me

Am I your everything?

Are you my make believe?