Give me
Give me something real
That doesn't sing for praise
Doesn't have to fight
For validation�s sake
Wake up
I take offense at my culture
Critics and concubines of fame
I see such disillusionment on display
But what if they could see
The life you hide away?
Would you apologize for what you�ve become?
Your obsession with yourself
Began to hollow out
Your life
Your pride
Shatter around you now
To expose all you hide
This is all I have
No life
No pride
There is nothing left
There is nothing left
Your life
Your pride
Shatters around you
To expose all you hide
She�s comatose in memory
Violent and cunning with deceit
This winter never turned to spring
All I hear are footsteps
As you walk away
And I hear your footsteps
As you walk away
As you walk away
