The Mask We Choose

Page unwritten hand never to be played. Outcasts sitting at center stage. When you never showed love. It's no need to question why no one ever stayed. And you never wondred and new better to ask. Cause people grew tired of the game. And you of the mask. Deep emotin with which like overgrown children we play. Gone in a second. Was it love or just another day. Torn sails endless flow. Blocks and miles.citys and backroads. Like any flock we scatter. Only to lose track the futher we go. Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends. You see it's the last farewell. But with truth in are thoughts everyone pretends. Are you okay everyone does ask. You give a expected reply. And slip into oblivian slowley fading behind your mask.