Act I, Scene IV

You were like my prescription
all in all my ultimate addiction
You also proved to be my downfall
You don't care at all
5 years has passed
yet this hate seems to last

Looking for the door to your facade
I can't see the way you play your cards
on stage you play a scripted part
wearing your disguise, makeup covered eyes
you've perfected the art

If I was to paint a picture of your perfect situation
I'd be careful with creation
wouldn't want to taint your flawless reputation

Smoke and mirrors is all they see
choke, bleed and mislead is all it seems to be
well that's what it looks like to me
Keep telling yourself your happy
that your fine
just know they'll figure it out in time