What laughing lips will never show
Is that they are in Masquerade...

You are the antidote
to when i am blue...

My heart feels cold with burning fire
I smile outside and cry beneath my mask...

Like a wild horse
I am free to roam...

Hope when i leave you cry blood from your eyes...

My hands sway slightly threw the air
The wind loops threw my hair...

Always been Miss Independent
Then you came along and gave me a leash...