Disgustthe only thing to feel
Gazing upon the ones I once called real
To wake, live, and sleep in envy
You love the ones who put on the show,
They give something for you to pose as
So carefully you mold your flesh to fit the cast
I miss your skin, the kind that bled all the misconceptions
Led into a snake pit I feel no sympathy,
You got what you wished for
Just one more sheep kissing perfection's cheek
I feel no sympathy