When does it end?
When do we stop trying to pretend that we are so happy and continue to befriend the facade we created within?
I mean, it creates so much sin hiding behind that fake ass grin.
Holding on to the image that won’t ever let you win, so why pretend?
In the end, resistance creates karma,
In addition to the heritage of trauma we’ve been passed down by our Mothers and our Fathers.
The time to be genuinely happy is now but some of us still won’t bother.
Because our egos would be shattered and we refuse to go a little further.
But soon, our truth is exposed.
Nakedly shedding our fantasized clothes,
Some of us would rather die than to release the trauma of our soul,
But I swear since I saved myself, pretending for the world has gotten so old.