Finding myself
Shut up in a prison
of your lies
Anger becomes tears
Tears become fear
Fear of this world ah o oaaa

It doesn´t really suit me
Not what you do to me
I don´t like what you do
And if I can´t count on you
Well then on who?
oo  o oaaa ah o oaaa

Cuz who could call it love
I say No Way
Every liar needs an alibi
Every Judas let´s someone die

Just like you
Making it up
Making me your Make up
You make it up
Your living, loving Make up
Make it, make it, make up

Finding myself
Mocked up like your guilt
in this disguise
Trust turns to doubt
Doubt turns to fear
Fear of this love

It doesn´t really suit me
Not what you do to me
I don´t like what you do
So if I can´t count on you
on who can you?

Just like you
Making it up
Making me your Make up
You make it up
Your living, loving Make up
Make it, make it, make up