I have been living in a facade all along.Under this pretend mask I hold in my hand,
I felt I can overcome anything in this world.
But ever since you entered through the door,
you slowly stripped off the pretense I held beneath me.
Bit by bit,
cover after cover.
Slowly, nothing left but a batch of fresh new scars,
waiting to be burnt again.
I had organised my pack of lies,
ready to cover up for any mistakes I made.
Why do you have to rip them apart like paper?
Those freshly burnt scars still sting,
those faded marks left still bring back haunted memories,
Luckily for me,
that mask sticks securely onto my face.
Never will it come down,
never will I have to reveal the true person behind it.
Confusion and lies fits the description perfectly.
