masksoff
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The smiles you see
Are far from me.
My eyes face your direction,
My head is paying no attention.
I tell you my name,
You follow the game.
We exchange biographies.
Pretending is something that comes second nature to me
Everyday Im putting on a million of masks that no one can see, and
that behind is a damaged child full of pain and agony who wishes to be free.
Welcome to a world of fun
A carnival of toys and guns
Nobody wins, we’re quivering
The only prize is you can’t leave…
All these clowns are made of masks—
You become what you paint on your faces
Noise
The commotion
I need to
Stand out, be bold
But what is inside me
Needs to be told
I am me
Not them
Myself
Without it
