Fake

Have to step soft, or all will be revealed
People will then know what a Fake I am.
My mouth is evil, the Lord has to work
To make me real, Oh, what a Fake I am.

My heart is weak, though my will is strong
To conceal the truth, Oh, what a Fake I am.
Have to control it, to follow the rules,
Or chaos will overtake. Oh, what a Fake I am.

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