So bury me
And blanket the grave
With false memmories
You never cared for me
I'd rather hurt than feel nothing
You're getting good at lying
But I'm better at believing (you)
I see you
I always knew
Actions are louder than words so unclear
I want you
It never fails
Lies and deciete are your only trails
Face down
On the ground
I'm yelling at the floor
Inprisioned in these walls
My arms become my escape
You're getting good at lying
But I'm better at believing (you)