Clandestine

In spite of your shored attempts to not lose face somehow
You're all elated, spent, split, and caught up in whatever face up to your mistakes
Slowed down and abacinated by your narcissine endeavors
Smile: your withered face does not [relate/array] without

Fess up, you've played your aces out (elapsed sense, lost the count, counteracted, disavowed)
There's no sense in acting gеnuine, since we now know bеtter (past tense runaround, everyone's caught on now)
Zealousness won't confirm your clout
When all's been said, will you choose, instead, to affront and cut losses with whomever
Provided, that is, that you'd make out with a few less weighted thoughts that give way to introspective melee, arrest brash follow through, and suggest new points of view

Your logical stock can't make sense of mad regard
Red eyes bled astray, and you've hacked away to sever your thoughts that float but can't come down to relative ground
Why do you feign, when truths can't negate whatever loose sense might weather
Imbibe it in, quaff! Those blessed fools can't relate right now
Because the rest who can't see your clandestine ways, give up

Fess up, you've played your aces out
There's no sense in acting genuine, since we now know better
Zealousness won't confirm your clout
When all's been said, will you choose, again, to disdain whomever, however
Provided, that is, that you'd make out with a few less weighted thoughts that give way to introspective melee, and arrest your follow through
So come unglued