Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Fictionalized Resentment (Yeah you, the sell out)

Did you become a stranger to yourself?

The stereotype you never likened yourself to be

The prostitute with the squeaky voice coming through her nose

I can tell you’re feigning happy from the way you wear your clothes

 

Sold your blood for another day of light

Dyed your hair to save yourself from losing touch

Staying young is for the old, they say

But youth is what is giving you a face

 

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

 

I know, you’re just a character

Tall they wanted was another performer

But when you fall the spotlight

What will you do

 

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares

And you know you hope they lie

Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears

And I can’t hold you tonight

Cause all you’ve done is prove them right

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