Masks

 

If I could lie when I want to,
Will it help to hide the misery?
If I could smile when I need to,
Will it help to conceal the hurt?

Can I pretend to be on a drunken stupor,
To conceal the sadness within?
Can I act crazy and weird,
To mask the pain and despair?

What does insanity feel like?
When sanity itself is an enigma
How do you reach heaven?
When hell resides inside the head

Let me blame the moon
When the madness becomes unbearable
Let me fault karma
When I keep finding broken people
Let me live
Like every day was my last

- S.T. Arasu