Song | I Have To Pretend |
Artist | Raised Fist |
Album | Veil Of Ignorance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Feel like I have the wrong outfit, | |
like people read my inner secrets on my back. | |
My fake smile is just looking for someone to please, | |
sunlight means struggle and I'm lost, | |
the only time I feel alive is when I fall asleep. | |
Look into my eyes I promise you’ll find no lies. | |
But you act like I’m contagious, you make me feel so sad inside. | |
I have to pretend, that I still have friends. | |
But they act like I’m contagious, I want to confide. | |
I just want to satisfy. | |
Passing through the lines, with different kinds of signs. | |
Every door in the corridor is a possible cave of hate | |
and I’m no hero to turn things around, | |
my backpacks have lots of things inside, definitely not pride. | |
Looking at my feet, trying not to collide. | |
And I have to pretend that I still have lots of friends, | |
that are backing me up but they back me up against the wall, | |
I guess the story tells it all. |
Feel like I have the wrong outfit, | |
like people read my inner secrets on my back. | |
My fake smile is just looking for someone to please, | |
sunlight means struggle and I' m lost, | |
the only time I feel alive is when I fall asleep. | |
Look into my eyes I promise you' ll find no lies. | |
But you act like I' m contagious, you make me feel so sad inside. | |
I have to pretend, that I still have friends. | |
But they act like I' m contagious, I want to confide. | |
I just want to satisfy. | |
Passing through the lines, with different kinds of signs. | |
Every door in the corridor is a possible cave of hate | |
and I' m no hero to turn things around, | |
my backpacks have lots of things inside, definitely not pride. | |
Looking at my feet, trying not to collide. | |
And I have to pretend that I still have lots of friends, | |
that are backing me up but they back me up against the wall, | |
I guess the story tells it all. |
Feel like I have the wrong outfit, | |
like people read my inner secrets on my back. | |
My fake smile is just looking for someone to please, | |
sunlight means struggle and I' m lost, | |
the only time I feel alive is when I fall asleep. | |
Look into my eyes I promise you' ll find no lies. | |
But you act like I' m contagious, you make me feel so sad inside. | |
I have to pretend, that I still have friends. | |
But they act like I' m contagious, I want to confide. | |
I just want to satisfy. | |
Passing through the lines, with different kinds of signs. | |
Every door in the corridor is a possible cave of hate | |
and I' m no hero to turn things around, | |
my backpacks have lots of things inside, definitely not pride. | |
Looking at my feet, trying not to collide. | |
And I have to pretend that I still have lots of friends, | |
that are backing me up but they back me up against the wall, | |
I guess the story tells it all. |