Bag of Cliché

She did the work supreme
Trying to reach the core of it
Cold, cold and faceless
No emotions to be hidden
Meanwhile, I still hide myself inside
Deep in my thoughts I would slide
The memories of unknown wishes
I wouldn't wish real now

No fire will melt this
So many tried to survive this
A burden of insecurity
Waiting to be taken by someone else

Rip OFF the drama
cut it to pieces
let us see the real you that's been asleep
Meanwhile
I'll try to keep
this friendly and trusty smile upon my face.