If i take off my mask, tell me what will i be
tell me who will be with me
and what can i be with?
If i tighten my mask, tell me what will i be
tell me who is real with me
and how real can i be?
Who will understand the darkness behind the man
the pain behind this man
the real behind that man
can a man still be his man when everything are left right and back front
tell me, who don't wear a mask
I look at the sky, thinking how can i express myself
and why i have to
It didn't response me with an answer
making me left myself to answer
I replied myself, it's because I want to and I always hope to
because of afraid, I rejected myself, leading myself to deject
injecting sadness into veins of strain of blood that brings me through
what if i say what if i do
can you help and not just share
can you do and not just look
can you change and not just console
my heart is making me painful
my brain is making me dreadful
the world is against me but WHAT CAN I DO
i cry loudly, they say im crazy
i laugh fakely, they say im laming
i comment heartly, they pick out my mistakes
if the world is turn around, will i be happy
you can be here for me, but can you be there with me
? if only, i love the presents the God gave me
