this mask keeps haunting me
it's like I'm the mother
and he's my child
having to take care of it
as soon as it takes control of me
i start laughing and pretending
like everything is allright
but that isn't the way i'm living
i'm living a stupid lie acting
like I'm in a fairytale
i can't control myself
it became a habit of me
my second skin
something i have to do
so nobody would see what i really feel
so nobody can see the real pain
they can see it for a part
on my arms and on my legs but
they'll never see inside of me
never see who i really am
afraid what people would say
afraid they'll laugh it all away
that's why i just hold all the pain
deep inside of me but always
keeping it for myself is hard
and it's killing me slowly
the pain is to much to handle