Everyday we shall put on a mask
To hide the misery of doing our daily task
Instead of being ourselves we will conform
Inside lies the most violent storm
We shall hide from the truth
We have not been ourselves since our youth
We shall not enjoy the childish pleasures
Instead we’ll concentrate on meaningless treasures
When we get to that age
We’ll be disappointed and in rage
That we weren’t gutsy or brave
That we were just a pawn just a slave