Take it in. Breathe it in. Panic. Panic. It's found you Running, running. Burn it up. Smell the smoke The flames race higher Reach to heaven Look up. Look up. The smell hits your face. The rain will wash it away. Let the rain wash it away. It can't forgive your sins.
You know, I'm always scared that the real me is too boring for anyone to really like. Maybe that's why I feel like I need to wear a mask. But it's not comfortable, it's not me, and so I live now, exposed; my true self for everyone to see