It must be nice to walk this planet feeling like your superior
Telling those around you that you don’t lie.
I guess it comes down to choosing to have to believe what comes out of your own mouth.
Certainly the truth’s have holes in it like swiss cheese
Light coming in from all angles
In the right direction you can see through it
But you must hide those angles from those near you
From those who want to get close to you.
To fabricate the truth, to cover it up to the best of your ability.
You stand in your own light, you hide in your own shadow
You can believe what you want to believe.
The only one whose listening to it is you.
But that’s the audience that you have chosen to play to.
The only one who wants to know the truth, is one you keep shadowing
You’ll let a few glimpse of light out for him to feel special
For him to feel loved
But for you, it’s just to give a fictious feeling