Insincere your passions are
Just a paper mache of all your insecurities
Is is really unfair of me to point this out?
But it isn't too late for you to turn yourself around
Stand up, and take responsibility for the things you call your own
It's all about what you're willing to give
Are you fulfilled with this surreal way of living?
Just stand up and be counted

(You'd rather be loved for someone that you're not
Than hated for who you really are
Hopefully one day you find yourself.)
(We walk alone. We stand alone.)
It's all about what you're willing to sacrifice in order to make you better than you are
It's all about what you're willing to sacrifice in order to make you worth the breaths you take

You're wasting half your days
Nobody can rescue you
You are your only help