THE MASK
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And now I'm crying and it broke the silence in the night
Because of all the weight of pains I tried to hide...
Lying miserable behind the laughing image of the mask
Where in that dark place was the wishes covered by the dust.
I'm deeply drowned in the ocean of sadness
I wanted to cry for help but in the labyrinths of my mind I just
saw their "WE DOESN'T CARE" faces...
And so I've decided not to take off again the mask I used to wear...
Cause in that way I can pretend that I've never been in the darkness
even though I've been there.
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