Busting a pose, Shrug it off the same as when you say something you don't mean These strings are so dead, Holding off on changing them, until one day they will just break Sorrow and all Faces of doubt, Haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff Sparkling light, God takes her vengeance on everyone's burned to the ground Sorrow and all Don't tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show And don't wistfully believe I would die for it Holding a pose, Why should I put everything into all these songs you just steal The act in itself, Fills me up in ways that connects me with everyone else Don't tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show Don't wistfully believe I would die for this, what does that make me What does that make me What does that make me