Faces of Fakery

Indeed you’re not him Yet the mentality is like you’re his twin I’m no longer trying to win I’ve suffered enough from within in his sin Tempting me to come in Indeed you’re not him Yet your words are sharp As clear as David was playing with his harp Who told you to make a play for my heart Isn’t this how all dreams start But yet and still they fall apart Indeed you’re not him The touch of your hand Give me musical dysphoria from a band Sinking in brokenness like quick sand I figured you already had this planned just like he brought me his emotional contraband Indeed you’re not him So remove the mask so I can see Begging and pleading with the powers that be When did you have time to take his class Now you’re acting just like his well you know the rest