Please
I'll put my mask on of "happiness."
When you see me put this mask on,
Pull it off and ask me what's wrong.
If I lie to you,
Which I probably will,
Slap me.
When I slap you back,
Pull my hand back,
And wrestle me to the ground,
Force the truth out of me,
Then console me with hugs and kisses
As the tears begin to fall.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Please
I'll put my mask on of "happiness."
When you see me put this mask on,
Pull it off and ask me what's wrong.
If I lie to you,
Which I probably will,
Slap me.
When I slap you back,
Pull my hand back,
And wrestle me to the ground,
Force the truth out of me,
Then console me with hugs and kisses
As the tears begin to fall.
I'm not okay (i promise)
Welcome to the black parade
Both by my chemical romance
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