It is easier to tell someone the truth when you can't see their face I screamed across the empty space All the lies told over the years All the fears All the tears No one's face was there But someone was I couldn't lie Trust me, I can't see your face :)

_(The song starts off slow; Tone soft, and flat rather than sharp)_ The lies that they tell _(Ooo, ooo)_ Fall straight— From hell And I know this Because Of everything Else They tell me But they turn away I never see their Face So how do I know They’re telling the truth? _(Whisper: They’re not)_ _(Tempo speeds up instantly—Tone grows stronger, raspy, and fierce)_ _(The orchestra: Da—Da! Dada—Da! Da! Dada! [repeat])_ Look me in the eyeees~ Tell me it’s not a lieeee~ Let me see your faceee So I know it’s _not_ a gameee~ But I can’t trust You! Cause I can’t read You! Come on! Tell me pleaseee!— Look me in the eyeees— Oh! One! Two! Three! _(Orchestra: Daaaaa—Dadada Da! Daaaa; Daaaaa—Dadada Da! Daaaa [repeat])_ _(Tempo slightly lets off. Tone turns pleading, but not loosing its fuel)_ Oh baby Please whisper in me ear Tell me that— That it’s only me, being weird Cause what I wanna hear! And what you’re gonna say! _(Tone raises the voice)_ Feel like they will be Two _FUCKING_ separate things~ Ooo-ohhhh! _(Orchestra: Daaaaaa—daaa, daaaa!)_ **(STOP)** _(The tempo returns to what it was in the beginning; Tone returns gentle, whispering:)_ Look me in the eyes Tell me it’s not a lie Oh, Look me in the eyes So I don’t say goodbye~ _(Whisper: So don’t you tell a lie)_

hey, it’s not your fault

This generation My generation The future We hide behind glowing screens and words with no meaning Our so called “truth” filtered and edited until we are unrecognizable to ourselves Why do I like this version of myself better? I’m more confident I’m beautiful I’m handsome I’m kind People tell me to die, accuse me of cheating, getting abortions, doing drugs Online. In a post. Two or three. Now a whole page dedicated to me, The worst parts of my life Laid out for the world to see Not all of it’s true But that doesn’t matter That I’m a human being, a member of our race It’s easier to tell someone the “truth” when you can’t see their face.

Truth or dare Is it true That you want me You ask quietly My heart hurts As water between us Rushing through And heat me up I silently say no While screaming inside I miss you and Want to feel you Why is it so hard To lie to someone Face to face I’m dying inside

Some simple little syllables, They’re impossible to say. Quite silly, don’t you think, How little sounds can get in the way. I know I want to tell you, But my head won’t let me I see your face and my thoughts will race But through a screen I can talk to you. Through my screen I can say All the things that ruined my day When I can’t see your face… When I can’t see your smile… The words somehow don’t get in my way

I supposed I was difficult In the end— No not the end This can’t be the end Can it? I didn’t mean it to be an end It isn’t an end is it? It’s not my end Just in part Though whole this pain does feel I was the problem Or was I the victim? I was scared I was embarrassed I was callous Perhaps I can’t love anyone right I always thought I could My heart was so large But it seems pleasure grew with pain I never thought I could hurt myself Not more than I already was Hatred was my drink of choice And I imbibed like a woman dying of thirst And yet When the piece of me he tucked into his heart drove itself through my own I didn’t even see it coming Hadn’t I given him the softest parts of my soul? Hadn’t I pillowed his fall? Why did this discarded shard feel so jagged? I thought of the cracked and imperfect piece of myself Lodged in his chest And I wondered how long I had lived like a wound Taking pain from him with the very best He had loved a blade like a flower And languished under my iron petals I was never meant for a garden But the world grows ever colder without the heat of the greenhouse And my world begins to snow It’s easier to tell the turth when you cant see their face And they had it so easy

It’s easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face. That’s true. That’s definitely true. But what’s also true is that it also easier to lie to someone when you can’t see their face. It’s easier to give them False hopes Unkept promises Fake dreams. And then you have absolutely no idea what to do. Say sorry? How? Ignore it? Forget that the person actually has feelings? That’s probably the best choice. Or at least it’s the most popular. But at that point you lost someone. And sometimes when you lose people you aren’t always able to find them again.

To the person who’s been there for me I can’t express enough the impact you made. I was going through a hard time and needed someone to stay. And you did not only that but you helped me through. Your the first person in a long time that stayed by side when I broke down Sure I had friends on Colorfy but they can’t compare to you. Your the first person I trusted since Beckah. I don’t usually break down and tell the truth in-front of people but for you I did You never doubted my passion or dreams You always supported me Even last night when I said I sucked at sniping you helped me out till I got it I can’t imagine life without you, Everyday I wake up like I’m not good enough trying to balance school and chores trying to please everyone just going through the motions But when I get to hang out with you every evening all expectations melt away I can be myself around you I look forward to every day playing with you And it’s truly made me happier then what iv been in a long time I used to wake up depressed now I wake up Thinking of you and the fun we get to have Your the best part of my day and I’m so glad our paths crossed You mean the world to me And I hope you know I will always be there for you

It is easier to tell someone the truth when you cant see their face. I know that’s true. Those are words of an experienced liar, And it takes one to know one. Lies are my first instinct, always. Sometimes I can’t even help it. They just slip out of my mouth, Even when I really try. “Liar, liar, liar,” The voices in my head whisper. “Liar. Coward. Worthless no-good moron,” The voices hiss. I’ve told so maybe lies I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. Because sometimes a voice in me says: “No! No, I try my best to be honest, To be kind, To be enough for the people I love.” But is that just what I need to hear? Is that just what I tell myself, To get through? Or is it the pretty little monsters that are lying? I don’t know. I want to believe that all my lies are forgivable, That maybe I am worth it. But how can I, When I don’t trust myself? How can I, When all I do is lie?