Ian Kelly

Fake World • Lyrics: Ian Kelly, Music: Ian Kelly

Fake World  You see this man 
With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain 
With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain 
With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins 

You see this guy 
With a fifty G ride and a nice matching' tie 
With a sexy mistress and a great alibi 
With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries 

We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame 
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games  

See this girl 
She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl 
She spends her money on her nice curls 
And her fake tan and tits in her fake world 
 
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame 
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games 
 
I feel tired 
It's a fake world 
 
Now you see me I think that I am good and free 
What you don't know I think I see 
I've circled down your reality 
(but what do I know) 
 
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame 
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games