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
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
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