Pale

I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin Towards the sky in arrogance It easily betrays the closest friend A moment lost, no consequence A circle starts again, away from you Deception pulls us in, away from you Away from you, away from you Imitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trait of innocence? So how do you portray a sentiment? Where users brought The truth is bent And much to our dismay, they're ignorant The more that we make up the more it fits A circle starts again, away from you Deception pulls us in, away from you Away from you, away from you Imitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trait of innocence? This doesn't feel right Feels like everything's further away Dead as the nightlife Hindsight, watching another mistake We never feel right, warm night Following into the day Dead as the street light, pure white Washing the color away Imitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trait of innocence?