Paroles So Sorry, Simone de Pockets Filled With Matches

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Present an image of yourself
Tailor it for somebody else
Then watch as you become the face you always
Feared above the rest
No construct ever tells the truth
Its nature won't allow it to
The first person you convince is yourself
The rest will follow through

These wings they make a mockery of you
And those headlines they seem to get to you

So when you turn to face the wall
Tell me you can see through it all
Pity is all I feel for you
And all the shit he puts you through

Do you do what you need to survive
Or will you stand your ground and die?
And which of these is best making the point
Of what you want to say?
No martyr ever tells the truth
Because his voice box will not move
But forced to compromise will you stand or
Will you be on your knees?

These scars they paint a sad picture of you
But no-one sees.. these secrets get to you

So when you say it means nothing
And that it won't happen again
Pity is all I feel for you
And all the shit he puts you through

Do you do what you need to stand right
Or are you content to just lie?
Betray those principles you never worked out
The finer details of
No asshole ever tells the truth
His faith will not allow him to
It's when you take the bait that you become
Your own victim

So when you say he never lies
You're already trying to hide your face
Pity is all I feel for you
And all the shit he puts you through

So tell me that it all means nothing while he says
"Your face is my canvas, my fist is my pen"

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