what a beautiful facade i created
what a shame it tore before your eyes
could you begin to love me me without it?
the raw and uncovered me?
i'm tired of painting my face
i rather taste my tears on cold tile
than put on a theatrical mask once again
you speak like a stranger
in an entire congregation
i slid to the back pew and watched you prowl at my sin
you preach of a love that hasn't lived a single breath inside of you
what a shame
you think rainbows are ugly
