It's hard to be a believer
When all you hear is lies
From beginning to end
Even from a friend
Or a f*ckhead in disguise
Seriously what is your problem
And why is it also mine?
You're half as smart as you think you are
And ignore simple signs
Everything breaks
This is a fact
And the rest of that story
Is a balancing act
There's a mirror that you look at
When you talk to me
And I suspect that what it reflects
Is what you want to see
Mistakes were made
After the fact
And all that remains
Is a balancing act
When right is wrong
And white is black
All you're left with
Is a balancing act
Good luck with that