Mask of Lies
The mask full of joy,
showing nothing but lies.
Wishing she could belong here,
but meeting no reply.
While I sing o' such pretty songs,
behind everything is in anguish.
The souls cry out to me begging for their release.
However unfortunate I cannot and must not comply.
For I keep the bottled up inside,
never letting show.
I wear...the mask of lies.
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