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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.
shame and guilt is all in my face
Masks, smoke, and mirrors all illusions
Hidden beneath me
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