So bury me
And blanket the grave
With false memmories
You never cared for me
I`d rather hurt than feel nothing
You`re getting good at lying
But I`m better at believing (you)
I see you
I always knew
Actions are louder than words so unclear
I want you
It never fails
Lies and deciete are your only trails
Face down
On the ground
I`m yelling at the floor
Inprisioned in these walls
My arms become my escape
You`re getting good at lying
But I`m better at believing (you)