Away from the mental show
And anywhere out of this place
There was once an isolation space
A dwelling safekeeping elsewhere
A smile of painted black
A **** face

This space was away from harm
And all of it's misery and wretched lies
maybe it was easier
To withdraw from life
In this place
Away from a bygone era
Of a false character

Existing, but not belonging
It was a masquerade
And all of those happy faces
They never understood
What he felt from within
Because it was their shameful sin

Give him a Sunday evening
There it comes like a wave
Not to sink, but to save
The waters close overhead
And it's so good to just
Dream, forget, and forgive

Maybe it was just easier
To withdraw from life
In this place, away from
It's harm, and all of
It's misery and wretched lies
A painted smile