1 June 2012
We all go out for the evening
But nothing is the same,
You and her are all loved up
And he's on the phone again.
I just laugh along
With all your funny jokes,
Say the popcorn box's my boy now,
How I flit round other blokes,
How the jelly ring on my finger's
From my imaginary guy
Having fun in the afternoon sun.
You don't know it's just a lie.
You think that this is really me
The smiley, laughing girl,
Always there as a shoulder,
But that's me in another world
Because as soon as I walk through the door
I become myself,
I crumble onto my bed,
Set my mask up on the shelf.
I let teardrops fall on my bedsheets,
Raining out the past,
Teardrops on my bedsheets
How long will it last?
How long before I pick it up
And put it on again?
To go and live my empty life
That I try to fill, in vain.
Masquerade • Opuss № I