Our mask we put on in public,
Is just in our pretend.

We are introverts,
Who try to act like extroverts,
Reciting memories of someone else,
Like we aren't even our own.
We are someone different,
At least that's who we say to be.

We must not lose hope!
We are not just lies,
For it is just in our pretend.

We are the puppet masters,
Of the dummies we call ourselves,
Trying to be rational in this world.
The pressure is building,
And it is because of our pretend.

Lip syncing to the rumors,
Conforming to the lies,
Replicating those we know,
Even though we know it will never be,
But it is just in our pretend.

Powders and waxes,
Covering up who we once used to be,
Gathering stardust,
From the remnants of our enemies,
So we can shine brighter,
But soon we will burn out,
And that is just for our pretend.

It is the sick game we all love to play,
All is dead but for one,
Deceiving the most innocent,
Drifting our two sides farther apart,
And it is just in our pretend.

Oh how society manipulated us,
To think we had a choice,
But in order to be accepted,
We all had to fit in,
And with that cause
Led to our tragedy,
Our downfall.
It led to our pretend.