Painted Face

See my eyes, know that they’ve been crying
See my smile, know that it’s all fake
Painted face, you’re so good at lying
Paint you on every single day
And I’m begging you to see right through me
Yes I’m begging you to question more
I’m a hologram, there’s nothing to me
Put your hand through my chest, walk out my door
Broken wings, you’re so good at flying
Busted legs, how you keep that pace
Painted face, you’re the reason I am
Standing still in this hurricane
And I’m begging you to see right through me
Yes I’m begging you to question more
I’m a hologram, there’s nothing to me
Put your hand through my chest, walk out my
(I'm begging you)
To see right through me, yes
(I'm begging you)
To question more
(I'm a hologram)
There’s nothing to me
Put your hand through my chest walk out my…
Discotheque, going in my head
Dancing never stops, music never rests
Maybe when it does, I will realize
I should listen more, open up my eyes
But for now, I’m chilling
For now, so chilling
For now, I’m fine here
For now, so fine here
Walk out my door
Walk out my door
Walk out my door
Walk out my door