People living in perfect homes, perfect places
Having perfect faces
Don’t you think that something is amiss?
Maybe a tear, a shred,
A shout or a stain
Are lives like these even possible?
I’m waiting for the mask to fall off,
For the shackles to break
The second the curtain falls
Changing the roles the people play
Making them all exposed
This mask is killing me every second
I’ve decided to throw it away
I care not if the stage rejects me
For I’m finally breathing my way.