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It was a wild night, even you agree;Under this Blue Moon, we dress in fashion;Whether we are rich or poor, gold or green;This night is just a human creation; Illuminate our so-called status now;Tonight, Leo's at Mars, so come with us;Let's party,
the Grand Masquerade  does not involve ballgowns and rejects tuxedos   the Greatest and Truest  faithfully make ornate masks  of emotion, donned just as the sun comes up and
I speak of the masks I hide behind. It's not just me-- it's everyone. It's anyone who wants to be accepted for once in his or her life. I speak of the boy who came home crying
Come with me my darling, and take my hand.
Your true self criesYou are deemed as a nobodyYou seem fearless but bravery liesYou seek approval to be a somebody.
I find myself suffocated under this mask The list is streaming, people-pleasing an endless task. Wishing I could break it off, but oh how vulernable I would be If only I could see, the world as it is.  
She walks down the street With a skip in her feet Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner She released a deep sigh She waited until they were gone And then the tears fell
If there's one phrase that's hard to say, If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
Wishing upon peace,  hoping no one sees me, Taking a deep breath, hoping no one hears me, Walking through school campus vastly, having fear of being stopped, Smiling, but speaking no words,
Cookie Cutter! Cookie Cutter! Everywhere I look, it’s Cookie Cutter! This color’s in. Those shoes are out.   I want to break the mold My desire is to be bold I long for individuality
Life is our ball
The only way, it seems,
I'm standing here, lost among a masquerade Hiding behind my mask of secrets that I've made
And if it's
The mask you ask, is it there? Do I hide myself inside? For me, I'm proud to say it's nowhere. Though the mask, I mean's been tried. I used to live behind that mask, I knew it all too well.
They ask, "How can she not read, the message that is clearer Being everybody else, but the girl in the mirror?"   Well read between the lines Of her story, and you'll find...   
Staring at the image of a reflection, The glass shrouded in its entirety, A personification of what must be.
Woke Up with my legs open and my mind crossed. "Boys sure do like me" "boys like me" "like me" "me" Boys like to suck me dry. my being, my spirit, my soul;
'Be yourself.'   How?   I am so many different People.   At the start of the day, when the sun has not  fully awaken herself 
Row upon row bekons to me As I pass each one by I ask myself Who will I be today? The tired one who oozes laziness The reluctant one who lacks self confidence The smart aleck, the isolated one?  
Left in world, Where everyone hides, Behind a false face, Generality resides.
Today I'll wear my happy mask, because I'm feeling sad And I've worn out my tired mask, from the weeks that I've been mad At my friend who wears his loving mask, when he looks at her,
Life's Masquerade By: Linda Oostendorp  
Rest your lips on my pillow Embrace me a little tighter,  Dawn is approaching but there's still time to pull me closer. Place your hand in mine, Like a sweet caress your lips meet mine.
In the daylight, she puts her makeup on She walks out into the world with a smile on her face She wants everybody to believe that she’s okay She wants the world to think the best
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