To be...

To be what im not would be great
To be what i am is a curse
To hold in my arms my own heart
To contract it to make it worse

To believ that there is a cure
To stop this lobotomy dead
To think theres a point in opporating
On this already bashed in head

To believe and trust in miracles
To think that god is real
To walk along an imaginary friend
There is no god revealed

To think you are alone
To know you have no chance
To say a lie in hope
To scream and sing and dance

To lie about your future
To lie about your past
To lie about your present
To make it all up fast

But will you ever notice
Will you ever see right here
is something that is constant
Will never disapear

Right here is someone glued
To the floor with a bond tight
A lifetime of deception
to this thing that is so right

So lie to me again
Feed my masochistic mind
Then drag me round the corner
The rest left undefined.