Wearing a mask,
while feeling sorrow, to cover it.
It's best to get used to these things, so you can treasure them.
The pain will be numbed, the wounds will be meaningless.
The sorrow will be nothingness, and happiness gained.
A smile, some tears.
It's best to get used to these things, so you can find out,
Wearing a mask,
The smiles are fake, the tears are lies.
Sadness was just a made up story, and your joy was always there.
A friend, an enemy.
Wearing a mask,
It's best to get used to them, so you can know,
Who is your savior, who is your death.
An enemy can stay, while a fried can betray.
In the end,
To wear a mask, is to hide the hurt locked inside,
but it hides your true self.
It hides your beautiful tears, it hides your lovely smiles,
It hides your true intentions,
It hides YOU.


