Sometimes I can't tell if I'm being
Real or fake I can't distinguish truth
from lies of course lying not being
one of the strongest features in my life

Trials and troubles crazy situations in my life
yet in my heart these broken pieces
I'm dying inside and nobody knows it but me
and there's nothing I can do to stop it

Where am I? What about God and me?
When I think about talking to God
I think I'm talking to myself or at least
That's how It seems who am I kidding?

Make believe is the easiest thing I
Know how to do so who's gonna
care if I don't oh well I guess I'll just
have to live out this crazy nothing
existence we call a sickness