Written by: Johnny Sumler

I did not know the man behind the mask,
Although our height and weight are of the same.
Which led many a folk to pry and ask,
Dear Sir, how do you do, speaking his name.
The irony, our names were of the same.

Could I perhaps be he who hides his face?
For we seem to always share time and place,
Yet I'm a single man and he is not.
I wonder if I have fallen from grace?
Living a lie and not knowing the plot!