True story/ the mask.
The Mask This mask I wear, she serves me well, she hides my pain, so they can't tell. They see her smile, never my tears, she shows no sorrow, she fights all my fears. They believe she is me, if only they knew, that she is my mask, my saviour too. My scars she hides, behind laughter and lies, she say's she is fine, but slowly she dies. Your lovely smile your smile so beautiful your smile so good your smile makes you the best your smile makes me belief you your smile doesn`t go along with your eyes your smile and your words make me think your smile makes your face into a mask a cold mask