The tracks of my tears * Tearing Lines of lies down my face Like bars on a cage And I'm trapped And escape is so far away I can't see a glimmer of hope But rather, shades of grey. I remember birds And how far they can fly But my wings are broken, So why bother try? And when my jailor comes I hide. Because I *know Who. He. Is. And I can't bear it. So I hide. But I can't lie, not to myself I can try to deny But in the end I know How useless that is. Because under that horrible mask Is not some monster in the dark... But, I suppose it is. And under that mask My disguise Is a cage of lies. Where I sit and I cry Because I know. I put myself here. *and I can no longer escape