The Mask

How can you hold her, when you hold your gaze on anything but her

How do you sway her, when you stare at everyone but her

Why do you fool her, just to fuck her

Can't you see, she's the sweetie with no disbelief

You wear a disguise, she's caught  in your lies

I won't be your secret, i'm not making your sequel.

 

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