For god sakes! No reason to be fakes!
Your thirst for attention
Has altered our mind and turned you mad
Truth is, you’re too far gone for redemption
Your insecurity and neediness, just plain sad
If you, yourself do not suffice
You create a copy so contradictory
Seeking others acceptation and ignoring sincere advise
Be yourself, but you ignore this, a whole new, seemingly perfect self a victory
All this is propaganda
You’re playing a game with people’s mind
An edited line in an original stanza
Some others willing to see YOU, but you force them blind
A stolen picture. seemingly fond of something you truly detest
Just to form a complacent person
Accepted and revered by the rest
You hide yourself behind lies and use them as a diversion…
From the truth of your true self
But what if there was someone willing to love you for you
And because of your lies and counterfeit
They’ll never find you true
A lost love because of your endless fight
To create an image so fake out of ignorance and self spite
That is not you, the one in the photograph?
You know this and do not respond
Fake, they tell you.
Social death.
Your name buried in societies graveyard, The Fake on your epitaph.
Maybe you’re younger than what you claimed to be
They look at you with disgust
Fake, is all they now can see
Even though they themselves are not to trust
Warning, be yourself and yourself only
Because eventually they’ll all find out
Then they’ll all leave and you’ll be lonely
No one there to listen to your sorry shouts
READ:
Because of modern times and properties
There are many people claiming other peoples identities
Through photographs and personalities
Twisting the truth and the reality
For god sakes!
No reason to be fakes
Has altered our mind and turned you mad
Truth is, you’re too far gone for redemption
Your insecurity and neediness, just plain sad
If you, yourself do not suffice
You create a copy so contradictory
Seeking others acceptation and ignoring sincere advise
Be yourself, but you ignore this, a whole new, seemingly perfect self a victory
All this is propaganda
You’re playing a game with people’s mind
An edited line in an original stanza
Some others willing to see YOU, but you force them blind
A stolen picture. seemingly fond of something you truly detest
Just to form a complacent person
Accepted and revered by the rest
You hide yourself behind lies and use them as a diversion…
From the truth of your true self
But what if there was someone willing to love you for you
And because of your lies and counterfeit
They’ll never find you true
A lost love because of your endless fight
To create an image so fake out of ignorance and self spite
That is not you, the one in the photograph?
You know this and do not respond
Fake, they tell you.
Social death.
Your name buried in societies graveyard, The Fake on your epitaph.
Maybe you’re younger than what you claimed to be
They look at you with disgust
Fake, is all they now can see
Even though they themselves are not to trust
Warning, be yourself and yourself only
Because eventually they’ll all find out
Then they’ll all leave and you’ll be lonely
No one there to listen to your sorry shouts
READ:
Because of modern times and properties
There are many people claiming other peoples identities
Through photographs and personalities
Twisting the truth and the reality
For god sakes!
No reason to be fakes