I hope you like it Forced to fake I wear this smile that you force upon my face, And the stains it leaves, gives off a bad taste. My life I no longer live, only walk in its place. It's this room of mine, that discludes me from arms-race. In this life I feel so fake. As my essence begins to shutter and shake, because the demons come in the dark of night. They rummage around out of sight. I call to the angels to give me strength, but due to belief kept at arms length. The sins committed well-endowed, as the angels flee, while screaming aloud. With no religious rights or reasons, Only going upon the seasons. The fog of the night see's no end nor dose the lightning of the fearful sky. The heart in my soul will not live to mend. Nor will the tears in my eyes to cry.