We wear the mask that grins and lies to everyone we love about everything we care about. The mask comes off only to be replaced by another, one for every single aspect of our lives. The masks are how we want people to see us, what we want people to think of us; like a subtle hypnosis. Tricked and deceived, the world shuns us, and so shuns itself, for the world is a mask. We never see underneath the mask to look at the real situation, their real feelings until it is too late, until they are absolutely powerless to stop us. That’s when we start to care and reflect, but it doesn’t matter anymore because you did not make the best of the time you had with the ones wearing the masks. The masks that come off by choice are statistics; they are leaders of nations until it is time for them to lie once more and don their old masks, or to make a new one, the effect is very much the same. The masks hide our feelings, the masks are our thoughts. The masks are our lives; to take off the mask is to die.

There are no stars tonight; but those of memory seem so far away. There are no stars tonight because it is tonight that I make my own fate, forge my own future, and craft my own life with the hands of careful uncertainty. The stars were always something to look for in the black veil of the unknown; like signs guiding you towards your destiny. Now those signs are gone from the path, and even the path itself has disappeared into the shadows. What will be, what was, and what is could yet fall under this shadow of a fate not predetermined by something greater than us; of the shadows of trial and error, of the shadow of choice. The stars are hope, and there are no beautiful stars tonight. Tonight there is choice, but there is no hope: there is no path, yet freedom is a bittersweet victory.

Hearts still ache over year-old breaks,
Tears still fall over near-forgotten pains
Tears falling to the bottom of a bottle; drink them all away
Wash away the hurts,
Frigid water lapping over chipping, fragile stone
I’m lost in tides of confusion, bittersweet escape
From the thoughts of my heart, and the feelings of my mind,
From the wrong indecision, and the mindless instinct
To wear my heart on my sleeve, to throw my soul on the ground
In front of your feet,
The burden of a heavy soul hardly makes a sound
As it shatters into pieces, I try to piece it back together,
The glass-like shards of my heart slice into my arms
Having risen from the ashes, you’ll find me waiting for you there
Having forsaken the moon, I wait for a new dawn, hope for a new sun
To break through this fog,
And to dry up the stinging tears that burn into me like fire
To let me thrive once more in its basking glow
To banish the shadows and cobwebs of my heart,
And to melt all these lonely footprints in the snow
Secluded and alone, I search the unknown, the shadow never shrinks
In the face of the sun, the dusk never fades,
Neither does the doubt, these questions of who I am

The last tear falls and we stand up,
you take me from myself, we're born again
we used to worry about life, but now we just live it
You know what I'm thinking, but I can help you too
because around you, I can breathe, and around you, I can think
because I want an excuse to hold your hand, to feel your warmth
because this life is way too short to not want you, to not need you,
because near you, my heart beats, and speeds at your laughter
and flutters with your smile
because this time, the answers and assurances may not be too late,
because it's the scars of a careless heart that make it hard to admit
that I want you in my arms, feel you breathe on my neck
and that there's nothing more to say,
but know you grace my dreams with your presence
it seems it's not always a losing fight which I always have to win
but these tired ice eyes have seen love die way too many times
when it deserved to alive
and they've cried way too many times
when I deserved to feel alive
so give me my breath, and show me my heart

These countless stars brighten this night between us
yet the obscured path stays hidden
making it all too easy to fall once more
as I make my way away from you
but away from you, keeping this hard-earned silence
is easier said than done.
It's a nightmare, here without you
so wake me up and just lay next to me
I'm just another Adam, unfinished without my Eve
the night before; was it magic, or a mistake
In your eyes
Who am I- savior, or in need of saving?
Will the last words heard be 'I love you'
before my heart bursts into flames?
and can we help but to mean it,
when we hope that they hoped for it
I hope and I pray, but the fool only expects
set up to fail, so pick me back up
but do me this favor, and push me back over
and who would stop to give the time,
when I finally have reason to stop it?
No more of living just to breathe,
and now I'm laughing until I can't
because the roles reverse, now you're on the outside
now save your breath, because I'll steal it a way one day
now see my face
for the first time or the last is up to you

Here’s to the Memories
I’m living in this moment;
I would only die for you,
And I’m dying for this moment,
You would only live for me,
But help me in healing you
Successful in crying on your shoulder,
A first time for anything
The sterile light is burning me,
The straight line cutting
Into my palms, my chest, through my skull
A little less clear, this life uncertain;
The way things need to be
Bitter, elaborate, unseen;
The way things always are
Shift to the present, I’m lying, denying
That I miss you, I need you, but I’ll never see you
It’s like you were never here,
But the memories are like scars
Hide them and cover them,
But they never go away
So here’s to the memories smoldering and varying
Until I forget your face, and the last time you lied
So here’s to the memories; they never stay away

Open the bottle and slam the door in the face of hope.
Every time I lose myself, I take this knife of a pen
and scratch my thoughts on the walls,
but you, you drown your mind at the thought of losing your broken path
you're losing yourself to the bottle
and I won't change you; just hope my tears make you want to change.
We'll trip and stumble along the way, leaving broken glass in our wake
and the memories of a shattered past that I don't blame you for.
You're lost again, never ti find your way back home, back to me
so now I won't be there to stop the scars on your wrists from accumulating.
I didn't give you this brittle heart not worth breaking,
but my trust, and my help.
Like I knew what was best for you,
and I'd rather feel the pain of your death
than my loneliness that would come with it,
so take this as goodbye, leaivng my life to ruin yours