Box of Tissue

Verse 1

You paint your world with borrowed shades,

Changing facts to fit the day.

So many masks you've learned to wear,

You can't remember who's in there.

Pre-Chorus

Every tale gets twisted more,

Till truth can't find the open door.

Chorus

Let me get you a box of tissue

Because the truth for you is an issue

And your stories are wearing thin

No one knows when they end or when they begin.

You're chasing shadows in your mind,

Leaving every fact behind.

Post-Chorus

The mirror doesn't know your face,

You've disappeared without a trace.

Verse 2

Every promise fades away,

Rewritten by another day.

You sell yourself another dream,

Nothing's ever what it seems.

Pre-Chorus

One more lie to hide the last,

Now you're buried by your past.

Chorus

Let me get you a box of tissue

Because the truth for you is an issue

And your stories are wearing thin

No one knows when they end or when they begin.

You're chasing shadows in your mind,

Leaving every fact behind.

Post-Chorus

You crossed the line so many times,

Now fiction sounds like nursery rhymes.

Bridge

When every word becomes disguise,

You lose yourself behind your lies.

The hardest truth you'll ever face,

Is finding what's left of your own place.

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

Your echoes answer back instead,

Repeating everything you've said.

But none of it can make you whole,

The lies have swallowed up your soul.

Pre-Chorus

The walls are closing from within,

A prison built beneath your skin.

Chorus

Let me get you a box of tissue

Because the truth for you is an issue

And your stories are wearing thin

No one knows when they end or when they begin.

You're chasing shadows in your mind,

Leaving every fact behind.

Post-Chorus

The truth still waits outside the door,

But you don't know it anymore.

Verse 4

Now silence says what words cannot,

A tangled web is all you've got.

You fooled the world for just a while,

Then fooled yourself behind your smile.

Pre-Chorus

One honest word could set you free,

If you could face reality.

Chorus

Let me get you a box of tissue

Because the truth for you is an issue

And your stories are wearing thin

No one knows when they end or when they begin.

You're chasing shadows in your mind,

Leaving every fact behind.

Post-Chorus

The final chapter's plain to see,

The biggest lie... was who you'd be.