MC Blance - Mr. Fake

This face you see is all you know
No history that I will show
You think that I'm in front of you
But it's just him, I'm out of view

(Cause what you see is not me, I'm not here)
He feeds me the lines
(That cool face that you read is all fear)
I'm of his design
(That wide smile is a link to my thoughts)
His strings beneath my eyes
(That slight crack in it in place of my tears)
His will engulfing mine

Mr. Fake
You live between
The things I say
And the things I mean
You can't help my inhibitions
Waiting for the intermission

I know what's its like to wear a mask
With a firm handshake, with a belly laugh
With a cool outfit for a photograph
With a whole persona I can fucking act
With a lie by omission, no true self
With a half-fake story, now do tell
With a joke that I wouldn't tell otherwise
I don't really think that, it's a little lie, but why?

My whole life, an outsider looking in
On the ragged edge of everything I would resent
In a sense I invented a defence
In the depths man I plotted my ascent
That's what you hear, my escape from the self
This scene was a makeshift betrayal of help
To relieve all the shame that I felt
To escape just to stay in a shell like

I can be whatever I want
I can be everything they wanna hate or wanna love
I could be cold hearted, I could be so hardened
An artist so starlit, I'll try my hardest
To make myself anew, someone else to you
But know it's hell to chose how they tell it's you
It's nice to disappear into vagueness
It's comforting a little being vacant, fuck

Mr. Fake
You live between
The things I say
And the things I mean
You can't help my inhibitions
Waiting for the intermission

Mr. Sure
You've been here before
Saying yes
And thinking no
You can't help my reservations
Terminating conversations

Mr. Fake
Where do I end and you begin?
When do I leave and you come in?
Where you sever, must I amend?
Is there a difference between us now
If there's less and less of it
Are you the creature in the shadows
Or am I the monster in the closet?

Mr. Fake
You live between
The things I say
And the things I mean
You can't help my inhibitions
Waiting for the intermission

Mr. Sure
You've been here before
Saying yes
And thinking no
You can't help my reservations
Terminating conversations

Written by:
MC Blance

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