A life built on lies not my own.
I thought I could not disguise who I was,
but here I am living a life not mine.
Nothing I say comes from the heart,
instead it is something my mind made up.
And thanks to these lies i am going to die,
and the name on the headstone will not be mine.
I wore a mask to hide who i was,
and now that mask will never come off.
That night i am shot 3 times in the chest.
And my new life is shattered with a pull of a trigger.
My lies have cost me everything,
and left me in a coffin.
Now here I lie in a grave not mine,
doomed to forever be in a disguise.
