Pale
I'm looking at a face, a pointed chinTowards the sky, an arroganceIt easily betrays the closest friendNo moment lost, no consequence
The circle starts again, away from youDeception pulls us in, away from youAway from you, away from you...
An imitation, a fabricationA pretty fake, a counterfeitAn empty carcass behind the artistIs there a trace of innocence?
So how do you portray the sentiment?The ruse is brought, the truth is bentAnd much to our dismay, they're ignorantThe more that we make up the more it fits
This doesn't feel rightFeels like everything's further awayDead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistakeYou never feel right, long nightsFollowing into the dayPale as the street light, pure whiteWashing the color away