W H E N S H E F X L L S - Vanitx fair

We wear our mask
We choose our dress
We wear our perfume
We choose our smile, our favourite one
And then, we're ready
To go out

We're out to play a game
A game made for you and me
I know, we are to blame because
We're playing on people's skin
No rules to follow
Just our sins to swallow

Leave back the semblance
There's something under your skin
Leave back the semblance
Something burns under your skin
Is this dissatisfaction?
Is this selfishness?
For someone it's a shame
Someone else calls it sin
But for us is just our game
Cause every day seems the same
The same

I'll miss the shame
But i'm feeling ill
I miss to sin
I'm sick of this
I'll miss our game
I'm feeling ill
I'll miss you,miss
I'm sick of this

Written by:
Daniele Vavassori

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