Behing the Mask

Tired of all these surprises,

they make me sad and blue.

Tired of all these disguises 

even though I wear one too.

 

I love her but to afraid to ask,

my feelings will never show.

She's staring behind the mask.

and she doesn’t even know.

 

There isn't much to see,

there is another side to me.

Which causes my heart to bleed,

and leads me to feel empty

 

No one can understand,

except this girl.

To truly be her man,

I must enter this world.

 

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