A crumbling mask won't hide your flaws
Sharp words lay carved in stone
Your beating heart won't let you pause
Those broken dreams lay prone
These shattered blades won't cut so deep
They'll shed that skin so smooth
Infected wounds won't let you sleep
Black eyes aren't here to sooth
Your gentle hands are stained with paint
You hide those marks you've made
The mask you wear displays a saint
You live this pale charade
White powdered wigs will not betray
Red lips will fuel their lust
Your fragile lies are on display
Dark bonds aren't made to rust
Your shackled wrists will hold you down
Cold words invade your dreams
In crimson tears you'll learn to drown
Real souls won't hear your screams






