You're Fake - Eldest 11

And if I can’t protect myself, I might as well rot

A method to discover and juice (Use)

I used in dealings, but I’ve used all my feeling

(I blame the memory.)

The distraction no longer become effective

Mistakes start the cutting

And you are a back breaking mess

Have you ever felt so low?

Well it’s more I need!

You’re fake.

So true to form.

You’re fake.

What’s wrong with me (reflections

are fleeting)?

You’re fake.

And I try to let go.

Have you ever felt so low?

I keep punching the walls.

(and feeling fatigued.)

The dust (Got to love the rust) never settles (in the taste)

She puts on her makeup (like blood)

Then she becomes a drug (she's a thug)!

And I no longer become effective

Mistakes start the cutting

And you are a back breaking mess

Have you ever felt so low?

Well it’s more I need!

You’re fake.

So true to form.

You’re fake.

What’s wrong with me (reflections

are fleeting)?

You’re fake.

And I try to let go.

Have you ever felt so low?

I keep punching the walls.

(and feeling fatigued.)

(And have I ever felt so fucking low? God she might crush me. I might rot

inside, inside!)