Phony Will Stetson

They say flowers fade and their beauty can’t be weighed with flowers so fake
It’s all because the way things are made live on lies that fabricate

Antipathy world

I’ll raise, right away, my umbrella that will shade my body from rain
Now dampened by the pain, can’t escape, here my bangs and heart remain
All the trouble I face

Before I knew, it withers way too soon, that one word that rings true
And now, a fruit will bloom in my heart I can’t move
Within the mirror’s sight, thеre’s a painting inside
A sign of “makeup” lighting thе loss in my life

Papapparapappararappappa
Let’s play this game where we count the riddles that we made
Tatattaratattararattatta
Why stay, why stay in this place and dance the night away?

I just can’t see the simple things I can’t keep
What am I supposed to be?
Shaken by the hand of night, it seems, stirring in a dream, like your love for me
(It’s leaving, it’s leaving)
I would cry and weep without a “bye” as I grieve
Phony, phony, phony
Still tangled up in lies, I see I’m just a fake, phony