Vanitx fair

We wear our mask We choose our dress We wear our perfume We choose our smile, our favourite one And then, we're ready To go out We're out to play a game A game made for you and me I know, we are to blame because We're playing on people's skin No rules to follow Just our sins to swallow Leave back the semblance There's something under your skin Leave back the semblance Something burns under your skin Is this dissatisfaction? Is this selfishness? For someone it's a shame Someone else calls it sin But for us is just our game Cause every day seems the same The same I'll miss the shame But i'm feeling ill I miss to sin I'm sick of this I'll miss our game I'm feeling ill I'll miss you,miss I'm sick of this