My fingertips are scented iron,
I am here inside feeling so misplaced,
so irrelevant right now.
Three pairs of glasses on one desk,
two necklaces which are beautiful,
and then there is me here, so torn up.
I'm trying everyday to be happier,
but I feel like all I am doing is,
forcing out a beautiful happy facade.
Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody needs to know your pain today.
Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody'll know your main attraction.
My friends are pretty much the only thing,
the only ones I am bothering with.
Yet now I see, it's very clear to me,
that I will need to decide my path.
Why must I pick only one road?
When I want to explore them all,
I don't want to be forced aside,
to play a singular role this time.
Multiroling has been my key,
day #1 of false lies and screams,
I will paint a new image of me in the clouds.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
My fingertips are scented iron,
I am here inside feeling so misplaced,
so irrelevant right now.
Three pairs of glasses on one desk,
two necklaces which are beautiful,
and then there is me here, so torn up.
I'm trying everyday to be happier,
but I feel like all I am doing is,
forcing out a beautiful happy facade.
Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody needs to know your pain today.
Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody'll know your main attraction.
My friends are pretty much the only thing,
the only ones I am bothering with.
Yet now I see, it's very clear to me,
that I will need to decide my path.
Why must I pick only one road?
When I want to explore them all,
I don't want to be forced aside,
to play a singular role this time.
Multiroling has been my key,
day #1 of false lies and screams,
I will paint a new image of me in the clouds.
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