The world sees you through one glass
but I see you through another.
Your blatant lies and deceiving answers,
they show your true colors.
Yet here we are.
I'm on the end of truth, while everyone is on the end of lies.
Tell me, do you feel satisfied?
Letting boys follow your every move and letting girls mimic you.
I'll constantly say you're just pretending,
but who's going to listen to the girl who cried,
"it's all a lie."