Lights

Dim the lights because they hurt my eyes And the presence of the darkness illuminates my disguise Do a dance hold a hand at the masquerade When life gives someone else lemons I make some real good lemonade Blend in like the camo of a warring soldier Have the surrounding induced colour change of a certain creature Repeat the things that I don't believe When I know it's me and myself alone that I deceive They raise a ahand I raise a hand too Kick back and wonder to myself who rili is the real you It's a hot mess inside of me Because the person that I am and who I seem to be do not agree Scale the wall of my self made monastery Slink away from my mind built penitentiary Why do I do these things? I tell myself and blame it all on society's demandings Let them be the puppeteer that pulls my strings So I will be who I am not truly And the audience of this world stage at the curtain call better applaud me So cut the lights, stand on the ledge of our dark nights And watch our suffocated true hearts become tomb sites.