The mask that we wear,
That covers our lies.
It changes the air,
And view from our eyes.

Now we don’t bleed,
And now we can’t cry.
Never again need,
Or fear the goodbye.

We won’t feel pain,
Or regret the past.
And never again,
Be the outcast.

It’s our friend,
Loosely fabricated.
Our own mend,
To a life hated.

A show we put on,
That covers the wound.
That makes the pawn,
No longer doomed.