The lies the world tells of us,

The lies we tell ourselves,

The lies we paint on our faces,

The lies that dictate who we become.

A world that watches every angle,

A world of comparisons that strangle,

A world painting perfection,

A world forcing the soul to reflection.

The reflection of failures.

The reflection of weaknesses.

The reflection of lost dreams.

The reflection of everything I'm not supposed to be.

We paint the lies that stain our faces,

We take the lies to deep places,

The relativity of beauty doesn't exist.

We make our definite list.

A list that the world will accept.

A list of stains to protect.

A list that makes the heart weep.

A list of promises I can't keep.

Paint is the demon I must fight,

Paint is a wrong to make right.

Paint is a never ending void,

Paint is a demon I must avoid.