Fake (Fit For Rivals)

Love! It's just a male production, And Everybody's worred About fatal attraction, And I, I can't figure it out So tell me how does it feel All your lies They're just a scripted routine And they are just a cunning way To get you what you need And I, I got to figured out So tell me how does it feel To be a piece of shit It's all you and your speech Nothing is the way You ever meant to be And now, Now I know I've had enough So tell me how does it feel Fake! How do you live yourself? So fake that I can't take How do you live yourself? Oh, you're so cold So tell me what's your objective I know you're up to something Cause your method is effecting And I, I've got you figured out So tell me how does it feel You're wicked lie It's two part perspective And everybody everywhere It's time to get him And now, Now I know I've had enough So tell me how does it feel to feel nothing Tell me how does it feel Fake! How do you live yourself? So fake that I can't take How do you live yourself? So fake... How do you live yourself so...? Try to blend in with the timeless teen Girl you getting tricked with a magazine Just another immataion with a wannabe You'll never You'll never You'll never ever fool love Yeah! Yeah!! Fake... How do you live yourself so...? Fake! How do you live yourself? So fake that I can't take How do you live yourself so...? Fake! How do you live yourself? So fake that I can't take How do you live yourself so fake?