I would love to be better
I would love to be free
I would love to be perfect
when you look at me
but instead I`m still crying
yes, instead I`m still lying
sad to say I`m still trying
not to be me
When I see all the weakness
that I turned into sickness
I still think I can slide
just fine on the ice
It`s not easy to be honest
sometimes I`m just astonished
how hard it can be to be true
Why do I lie?
Is it just to get by
If I give up my lines
will I die?
If fortunes are favored
then I am in labor
and I`m trying so hard
to leave lying behind
I don`t want to be hazy
I don`t think that I`m crazy
but I`ve had some moments
where I am not sure
and if you can forgive me
for just being human
then I will try harder
to keep my words pure
I could be on the border
It could be a disorder
but honestly I think
that I can come clean
and all of my stories
might even be boring
If I can tell you
what they all mean
Why do I lie?
Is it just to get by
If I give up my lines
will I die?