You always say “fake it ‘till you make it”
i wish i didn’t have to fake it
i work every day to please others
Where does my own happiness lay?
In a grave dug by You?
You tell me to be myself
You say everyone is accepted
i see right through You
You judge people like You are some kind of God
And yet You are the biggest Sinner
i like to think that i could stand up to You
Or at least stand against You
But You tear others apart like they’re wrapping paper on Christmas presents
Do You like what’s underneath?