When I finally get home from the things of the day
I say hello to the stranger in my house
It must be nice to be somebody else
And I slip into something he might
Regard as beautiful
We wanna be beautiful.
But masks can hide who we really are
But never can they fully erase all the scars
When the lights go down
And my fears get the best of me
Will you care to see through my disguise?
Know the girl behind wide eyes?
Behind the mask.
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