Tell Me

How well could you grasp the thoughts of your own mind?
How much control do you have of this life?

I'm my only truth to this lie
I was always better off looking inside

Your passion breathes
This is where the thieves run free
No consequences
They could bury you or make you be

All eyes on you
They could hold you high and drop you down
They'll put you there
In front of an artificial made up crowd
Crowd
Crowd

I'm my only truth to this lie
I was always better off looking inside

Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me, who really cares about you?
Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me, who really cares about?

Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me, who really cares about you?
Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me, who really cares about?
Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me, who really cares about you?
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me, who really loves you?
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me, who really cares about you?

I'm my only truth to this lie
I was always better off looking inside
I'm my only truth to this lie
I was always better off looking inside