My search for truth
My search for purpose
In your selfish actions and manipulation
Always proves useless

You will waste a lifetime of breath
On one empty 'cause after the next
You will never find relief
From the constant sharp sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach
When you look around a crowded room
And know everyone sees through you

So bend and contort to fit the shape
Of people and ideals that you imitate
This construct of self you're holding together
One day soon is bound to shatter
Into broken shards that collect at your feet
This is what you are, this is all you'll ever be