Eleven
My laughter is boring The melody is cringing The act I'm pulling I keep faking Everything It's tiring It's torturing I keep feeling Guilty of lying Can't you see I'm fading I don't think I can hold it much longer Sooner or later I'll change for the better The me you see Is a liar She's not real She's dead The me you see Is a traitor From her own self She's guilty Of her own death. - wolf