At the moment, i feel guilty for not being that honest
But i care what others think not a bad guy i promise
I white lie once a week so that out of town i can hit the streets
And when that looks bleak i turn to racket sports and beats
But what if that lie makes me happier
Makes me more rounded
Or is it hust selfish, just to get a pounding?
Skinny jeans, fur coat, superstars and luscious lips
But would god have wanted this?
Cruel or kind, for me to hide
The truth that would hurt you
Dumb or wise, Dumb or wise
But for me it makes me free it gives me
Balance, Balance, it burns like a candle
Variety the spice of life, i'm not hiding anymore
Balance, Balance, it has a certain swagger
Variety the spice of life, i'm not hiding anymore
Have i been sucked in by all the media i've consumed?
Left self-centered, hell bent on licking a wound
When i step on the train should i feel guilt and shame
I feel my desires take me to another place
But to be wrapped up in cotton wool would leave me a fool
Inside i know i've got no choice
The carriage pulls away i've used my voice