My masque has been on so long
It is starting to fuse to my skin.
Worn, paint fading,
there are cracks in it.

For every ounce of joy
each chip of plaster brings,
with it too a pound of pain
each time it gets replaced.

I found happiness in another,
hopefully forever,
though they've only seen my masque.

I found my ride-or-die-for love,
and they theirs,
though they've only seen my masque.

I would give my soul to break it off.
To take the stitching out,
Yet can not bring myself to,
for fear has chained me
to my tear stained masque.

Darkened days and wet cheeks are all that I can see from rays of sun
upon my shadows
were my masque betrayed.

So on my face it stays, but nothing outside will change, 
they've only ever seen my masque.