Witness

Expose me for all that I am.

The man behind the masquerade

I am my own false witness.

Fact resides solely in the depths of my mind…; and will I ever really let it come to surface?

You only see what I want you to see

and you believe all that you're told.

Serenity is a beautiful hoax.

A liar.

I have the whole world convinced of my contentment.

No truth in this.

I've lost count of all the times I made it home alive…; and wished I hadn't.

Expose me for all that I am.

The man behind the masquerade

I am my phone false witness.

I'm left to conquer the mountains in my mind

and I am my maker.

Life is what's killing me.

I hate the fact that I'm just fine.

Forever seeking something to take responsibility.

Life is what's killing me.

I hate the fact that I'm alive.

Forever searching for my scapegoat because I refuse to face reality.

At least I can say I tried

to cherish every single day where I woke up and didn't want to die.

I'd work my hands down to the bone trying to stay suspended in those specific seconds.

But I know I'd just be counting down the minutes until I'm miserable again.