Everywhere you go
Everybody sees a mask;
Self-proclaimed image,
What you want them all to see;
And you're just like me.
I've worn my mask for so long
That I believe it.
I've buried it all so deep —
So you can't see it —
But I can't see it, either.
What if I showed you
What's behind this mask of mine?
You'd be my mirror—
You could tell me what I am,
Since I can't see it.
Maybe I will find myself
And remove my mask.
But it is clearly too much
To ask of you, sir.
So, I'll be content with this:
With only seeing your mask.

Thinking about this:
I could do so much better
But then, so could he
There are much better people
In the world than me, I know.

But what breaks my heart
Is that I messed up again.
How can I fix this?
Is there no place for friendship
In these tangled emotions?

Misunderstanding
Must be the reason for this
I don't know anything
And I am basing my thoughts
Off of misguided feelings.

I'm planning my life,
Organizing the hours,
And counting the days.
And I find there is no place
For wasting my time on you.

Do I have the right
To be frustrated with you?
Am I possibly
In any situation
To request more of you? No.