Red 40

Is it real?
Is it not?
Is it real?
Is it not?
Is it?
Make-believe, sweetest thing, in this world
Keep me sane, stir it light, fake it well (yeah)
Don’t you wish
You were perfect?
I know it seems like everyone else is
Out of magazine covers from the base to the top
Is it me or is not?
Is it real or is it not (oh ah)
Since when did lying become such an art
I don’t know myself, very well, very well
I don’t know myself, very well, very well
I don’t know myself, very well, very well
I don’t know myself, very well, very well
Hey don’t cry little boy
I understand, it must be real hard for you
Self-hate sours this place, mistakes will follow the truth
I know it wasn’t in the plans but you can cover up in a hue
These people don’t know you so much, but I think they’ll love you in blue
Are you willing to change your life?
Tainted but mortified