With a heart made of paper mache, A mask I had made the same way, One to fill a vacant place inside, The other tries to portray a lie. But they still see my eyes behind, That smiling face, they all see my eyes. My heart made of paper mache, And a mask I made to face my friends, Because they donβt understand the way, The hurting they say will fade away, Never did; Stays the same. So I pretend; I wear that face. Smiling like they think I should, A paper smile protects my pride, A paper heart remains to this day. Heart made of paper mache fills an empty place. A mask I use to face each day, Smiling for me to make them believe I am okay. Made me a heart today. Made from paper mache. Made to take the real ones place. Made to replace. Made a new face today. Made from paper mache. Made it a smiling face. Made just to face each day. Made to hide the pain.