You can't see my face.
Looking at first glance
I'm in a happy place.
The truth is, that's a lie
But you can't really tell
that in the back of my mind
I think the world would never tell.
What's the point of living
If we are all going to die
What's the point of being happy
If in the end we're going to cry.
But this is something no one sees
This is something no one knows
And yet deep inside of me
This feeling of hatred grows
So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me,
I use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see.
And hide my true feelings.
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