I Was Born With Two First Names

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.