It's not the dresses we buy
Or cut our hair short and dye.
It's not how we get new glasses or chains
Do we really know what of us truly remain?
No, we do not change by appearance
We only change from the core of our hearts,
No, we never reveal our real beauty
But we wear a beautiful mask.
It's about the masks we wear
It's about the lies we share,
So nobody must know what hides beneath these faces,
Is there anybody left for me to care?
It's been so long I've been wearing my mask,
I can't tell who I am now
Or who I really was.
Was I a painter?
Was I writer?
Or a dreamer perhaps?
Or did I come from nothing?
And to nothing my spirit will collapse.