The Mask

The mask I show is the mask you see, but that happy cheerful mask isn't me.

That happy mask is my favorite mask, but I know that it won't always last,

For sooner or later I must tell the truth, and the mask will come off and I will be me.

By doing so, my darkness will show, but what darkness is darkness if darkness wont glow

The last thing I want is to die a lie, but if there are no secrets then why be alive.

By morning I put on my happy mask, by night I take it off and cry alask.

Day by day my days crumble, night by night at night I stumble

Into my bed as I dream about hate, suicide, death, and all that relates.

I cannot tell, I cannot fight, I cannot die, but **** I might.

I hate this world, these drugs, this madness, but what can I do, my life is sadness

I Know you don't know what's wrong with me, but there's the mask, and the mask I'll be.