Masked

Here comes the phase Where I put on this mask yet again I hate to act as if I care as well Knowing that I can’t adjust a lonely thing Feeling so hideous Equally inside and out Numb it all Even me The rind, the coat, the imperfect Skeleton The everyday life of yours truly And a girl in question of her world My breath is consequently a lungful of rubbish I merely don’t fit I’m the remain of dead life What am I doing? The mask isn’t caught on me anymore And it’s drooping sour One day they’ll all understand That I had stood ready to burn I don’t know just how to go about it How to hook the words on air Not a soul pays attention anyhow My presence is anonymous.