Masquerade

What a mess we have made

I played along with your little charade

A pet that you though you could tame

I refuse my face in your masquerade

I’m growing hollow, it’s hard to follow

Who you want me to be

My truth I must deceive

In your eyes all I see

Is who you want me to be

That’s just not me

So I was a marionette to pass the time

To the child who was raised just like a mime

This broken doll you can’t hang on a wall

But somehow I think now for I am so small

I feel so shallow, it’s hard to swallow

I can’t dance with these mannequins or act like I’m one of them

For you I’d give anything, but not the last of me