Deliberately denying
the truth of my delusion,
the consequence of who I am,
What I have become.
And feeling safe inside this shell,
Was another sweet illusion,
another failed attempt
to move past what lay undone.
Am I slowly going crazy?
There's nothing to prove me wrong,
Both sides of my ambivalence
Burns yearningly and strong.
Is there no one who can save me?
Lend a heart for trial,
So I can start to feel again,
Behind this sweet denial.
Who are you underneath?
Cause I can see the cracks and flaws,
On your mask so beautiful,
That anyone would love it.
Have I been misconceived?
Into thinking you were worth my cries,
Behind your lies so wonderful,
But I have come to hate it.
Who am I to undress the truth,
When I only want illusion?
I used to think I had the strength,
But that was mere delusion.
