We wake up in the morning,
Choose who which we'll be..
Place the mask upon our face,
The one we'll let them see.
The charade begins,
The masks we change..
One form takes another,
Who we are..
Who we'll be,
Depending on the other.
They too wear masks,
As we do..
No too are the same,
But in the end..
These masks of lies,
Cannot hide our shame.