I wear a mask to hide my true identity.
I do so to give myself a false sense of serenity.

The face I wear, is a constant lie.
A lie I'm starting to no longer deny.

The lie inside grows and grows,
but it only increases my woes.

I hide myself so no one can see.
I would never want them to see the real me.

The mask I wear is no longer a lie,
for my real face I've said goodbye.

As I start to believe my own lies,
the real me only cries and cries.

Soon I'll be nothing but a mask, a lie,
so real even your own eyes couldn't deny.

As I say goodbye to the real me,
I only hope that someday I will be free.