I was in the corner of the club; alone,
Hiding in the shadows of the light,
Ensuring my secret remains unknown.

I paint a black mask around my face,
To blend to the background and hide my disgrace,
I paint a black mask around my soul,
To feel so forgotten and never consoled,
I paint a black mask around my heart,
To hold to the hatred and display my art.

I was in the corner of the club; crying,
Drowning under the weight of my truth,
As my secret takes its toll, I’m dying.