Rain On Your Parade

How fake can you be,
You empty-hearted whore,
Now you are worthless to me,
Just a faker and nothing more.

I used to see you,
Through clouded eyes,
But now I know whats true,
And I see through your lies.

Cry the same alibi,
Time and time again,
All you want is to be high,
And live your favorite sin.

At the snap of a guy's finger,
You get on your back,
To take the bee's stinger,
For faith you lack.

So weak you are,
To sink this low,
It will never get you far,
For there's no place to go

Your favorite things to do
I can say without missing a beat,
It is so like you,
To lie, steal, and cheat.

And at the end of the trail,
You will pay for your mistake,
Haunted by your betrayal,
And you will learn the consequences of being fake.

Life is so fun behind the mask,
But this will be your last masquerade,
I love doing this last task,
Time to rain on your parade.