When the curtain of my act falls
You´ll see that all I say is as fake as the eyes of plastic dolls
There mouths open like black windows of hate
You ask me why, I say, the hook always needs a bate
But thats not really true
You´ll never know how much it hurts to lie to you
I look at the shattered fragment of a picture frame
Inside I see a a trapped and broken girl whiteout name
I look up and see a empty mirror in front me
Words whisper silently through the foggy trees
Should I continue to lie as I have got this far,
or should I hide and forget who I really are?
Maybe someday this will all have an ending
But until then this girl will keep pretending
