Underneath this mask I hold no mercy
My face is of twisted scars and wrinkles
No I don’t care to hear what you have to say
I don’t think it is healthy to see your cruel smile
You don’t really want me to be a good someone
You make me feel like I am no one
To this place I hold dear
Darkness doesn’t consume my soul
It tempts it to the sinful
Now I understand you want to object
But, dear, don’t even try
You’re drowning me in faux tears
Those things are so dried up of emotion
It’s like you’re acting all this time
Open that lovely mouth and protest now
I will dance circles around you
Laughing and crying all the same
 
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