Your weak hands can't stop the truth
From crushing your perfect world
And your plastic smiles
Only allow you, to hide from the world
Not from yourself
No matter how hard you try
Keeping this lie
Will only make
The weight of the truth
Crushing as it crashes
Down over you

Because it will crash down, Your fairy tale is
Two steps from the abyss

The mediocrity of your excuses
Make your desperate flight evident

But, the longer you run
When you look behind
You your ghosts will still be there
They'll stay until you face them