All though I always try to map it all these random things still happen leaving me trapped yet I can't do crap

 Cause I have somewhere to be so let me put on my mask and hide my ugly past

You can't see me through my perfectly shaped disguise; you know the one with the clear eyes?

 But only if you knew what hid behind was strong enough to throw the biggest tree aside

 Then maybe you would know why my eyes have to stay clear on the outside because everything tells me it's not okay to cry,

 last time when my mask broke it was like I got hit with a lightning bolt as all the rain fell from my eyes there was no way to slow down my cries,

 wait I lied the rain all dried up as soon as that big old yellow bus pulled up cause there's no way my friends can think I am not tough

 So I quickly changed into my mask that covers everything from the past and jumped on the bus as if my day had been a blast

 But I couldn't wait till I was home alone where the strength of the mask was gone forcing me to let out all the things I pretended weren't wrong,

 Yet I was so worried about the way my mask stayed I failed to notice yours fading away,

 I guess it goes to say everyone is good at holding back there problems that way.