Disguise

everyone's wearing a mask.

Here's to the rich girl,

and here's to the weed,

life is a twister,

when people feel greed.

 

Here's to the hobos,

who have nothing to bring,

but deep down inside,

they have beauty to sing.

 

Here's to the poor guy,

who's life seems a wreck,

but he's going to Harvord,

his life's up to check.

 

Here's to the mean boss,

who's fatter than hell,

but his business is booming,

and got millions to sell.

 

Here's to the people,

who judge everyday,

when the talents are hidden,

there's nothing to say.

 

Here we are hiding,

mask over my lies,

twisting and woven,

behind this disguise.

Author's Note

who knows.