Masquerade

A song a friend and I wrote.

This life is a masquerade

painted faces on parade

What are these faces that hide behind

not knowing what's on their mind

 

There's another side

that's seemed to've died

these cold eye

 behind porcelin lies

 

It's time to break free

the mask is chipping

the pain is peeling

it's time to end this masquerade

 

The music is fading fast

this song can no longer last

tripping on your own feet

can't keep up with your deceit

 

There's another side

that's seemed to've died

these cold eyes

behind porcelin eyes

 

It's time to break free

the mask is chipping

the paint is peeling

it's time to end this masquerade

 

Your efforts failing

the mask is falling

the paint is dripping

this masquerade is coming to an end

 

 

 

Author's Note

It's still kind of in the works