Put yourself on display
You call yourself pure

Maybe we should face the wall,
close our eyes and kiss ourselves goodbye
One more fight.
There is a good chance I might die
If I am not already dead inside
Tell me how I'm going to feel

Hanging heads and teary eyes
Shiny smile and polished lies
How many times can we change ourselves
Before we disappear completely

Let me out of this mess
No one has to act this way

"I must be blind"
Save your trust for the ones you can fool

This is family. this is pure

You don't have a clue what family is all about
You liar you snake you liar you lie

You call yourself pure