Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.
The world is watching, waiting, judging;
What is life, but this big masquerade?
An elaborate disguise, a well-crafted charade --
My ears have grown weary of all the criticising
Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.
Concealed behind this paper mask, I am on parade.
All that pretense, the deception unending.
What is life but this big masquerade?
No choice in how I am being portrayed
Tears on paper cuts -- but I keep smiling
Hiding behind that elaborate disguise, that façade.
All those things I am trying to evade.
Deception's price. Who am I fooling?
What is life but this big masquerade?
How does one face life’s endless tirade?
I can feel my walls crumbling.
Puppets on a string, foolishly played.
What is life but this big masquerade?
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC