Disguise

It’s nights like these

Where I contemplate 

Who I am, where I’ve been

My own morality compromised 

My own mirror disguised

I don’t know me

Anymore

Put on a happy face

Everyone’s watching

Sell it so they won’t know

Sell it so it won’t show
I did this to myself

Pain is no excuse

I look for cures

In all the right people

In all the wrong places
I’m a no good man

With filthy hands

I’m a no good man

With ill intentions

I don’t want to be anymore
Who the hell am I anyways?

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