A pretence we all wear to be good,
To be holy, nothing but the light.
Accepted here, hide away the darkness,
The broken parts till they suffocate you.
From the inside, cause in this world,
There\'s a need to hide all parts of you,
That do not abide with their claims.
What better way to drown in misery?
Than stop asking for help
In this masquerade, we all play our roles,
But deep within, we feel the weight,
Of truth submerged, suffocating our souls.