WitnessCounterpartsThe Difference Between Hell and Home Expose me for all that I am.The man behind the masquerade, I am my own false witness.Fact resides solely in the depths of my mind ; and will I ever really let it come to surface?You only see what I want you to see, and you believe all that you’re told.Serenity is a beautiful hoax.A liar.I have the whole world convinced of my contentment.No truth in this.I’ve lost count of all the times I made it home alive ; and wished I hadn’t.Expose me for all that I am.The man behind the masquerade, I am my phone false witness.I’m left to conquer the mountains in my mind, and I am my maker.Life is what’s killing me.I hate the fact that I’m just fine.Forever seeking something to take responsibility.Life is what’s killing me.I hate the fact that I’m alive.Forever searching for my scapegoat because I refuse to face reality.At least I can say I tried, to cherish every single day where I woke up and didn’t want to die.I’d work my hands down to the bone trying to stay suspended in those specific seconds.But I know I’d just be counting down the minutes until I’m miserable again.