I can see so many empty faces
Shrouded in mystery
Nothing seems to give away
The real feelings
The eyes are windows no more
And the mouth utters flimsy words
Masked faces hiding the real one
Can I really face them?
I want to turn away from the lies
The veneer of polish makes them appealing
What’s worth the words?
Never means anything
Only the soul dies a little everyday
But who cares