Your shirt is stained when you wear your heart on your sleeve.
|
So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there.
|
Your face in the mirror doesn't give a reflection.
|
So you paint one on, it's the art of imitation.
|
It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well.
|
But you can't ignore, don't know who you are, so what.
|
|
Your sugar coated, guns are loaded,
|
Afraid of tasting yourself.
|
So you keep lying, never trying,
|
Say your somebody else
|
|
The bitterness inside your heart,
|
It shows through in your eyes,
|
And you can't win in the end.
|
|
You take your big guns, loading them with your fatal charm.
|
The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now.
|
I've learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true.
|
Now I'm a confection to taste good is all I must do.
|
|
Your sugar coated, guns are loaded,
|
Afraid of tasting yourself.
|
So you keep lying, never trying,
|
Say your somebody else
|
|
Its too easy to get to where you,
|
Take it, dig it, every day
|
And you can't win in the end.
|
The bitterness inside your heart,
|
It shows through in your eyes,
|
And you can't win in the end.
|
|
-----------------
|
Sweet Emotion
|
Faith No More |