What I would give for a moment apart
from this absolute terror
that’s holding my heart.
Expectations and hopes from my family and friends
in regards to my mask, I guess it depends.
Some days I think maybe I’m the coolest there is
but there’s also the idea of my sheer loneliness.
If I show my true self my friends might cease to exist.
So I hide my face and fake it
but my insides are a mess.
‘cause I can’t do things on my own
or so I’m told.
I’m incompetent and ditsy and lo’ and behold
those words keep me ducking under gazes and glares
and judges are running by me each day in pairs.
Now I’m starting to realize
as fingers hurry over keys
that there probably isn’t anything wrong with being me.
I’m a little bit odd and a little obscure
but my life would be easy if I could finally be free.
If I could see past the curtains and the walls and masks
I’d see that everything in life isn’t just made of glass
and nothing in life is completely plaster-cast.
I’ve got ambitions and time and emotions and love
for everything under the sky and above.
Now people might care if I stand up and yell
and people might stare if I were to dance and I fell
but i’d just keep laughing despite all my bruises
‘cause in the end
it’s the copycat boring kid that loses.