The world They thought They was in
Will quickly change, They should flee
In the sky, far from the gin
That locks They up, can't be free
The game has changed, but instead
Of changing the rules, all dead
Let's eliminate others
Now are gone the old players
They is surrounding the place
Everything ephemeral
Hidden behind their fake role
Nobody sees their real face
But if one day They feel sad
They will say that They is fine
I will think that They is mad
Others don't see They decline
And finally They will smile
Even with a broken mind
They waits for fun for a while
And with They, nobody's kind
It's normal for everyone
To fake a smile every time
You're feeling upset and down
But is being true a crime?
Will They one day feel better
And show how sad They is now
Society asks us to be stronger
But let me ask her this: how ?
We all fake behind our masks
We are all wearing our scars
People will say it's our task
Try to stay barely alive
But They leaves far, with the stars
