there a pretenders around us, who nobody sees, but me!

Who is behind this smiling face?
Is there confidence, honesty and grace?
Does she value the present of life?
Or is she sharp and keen like a knife?

All those things that made her feel fine
Are now neither fair nor somehow divine
And those trips which led her to gold
She doesn’t want to talk about, doesn’t want to unfold.

She hurt so many people, so many tears on the ground
She’s not a believer, she’s never profound
While everyone’s laughing ‘cause she’s perfect through and through
She’s givin’ a fuck bout me, us and you.

by indieair