The mask
The mask of the joker,
an eternal smile,
a sad lifestyle
Smiling when I'm sad,
smiling when I'm mad.
Allways laughing, even when I feel bad
No one can see my feelings,
no one can touch my heart,
that's how the story starts.
The mask of the joker,
an eternal smile,
a lonely lifestyle
My inner self, I hide
Pretending I'm fine
Not putting my heart on the line.
A mask for protection,
like a huge wall
built around my soul.
The mask of the joker,
an eternal smile,
a broken lifestyle.
Now it's too late,
the mask and me are one.
Now I notice what I've become.
an eternal smile,
a sad lifestyle
Smiling when I'm sad,
smiling when I'm mad.
Allways laughing, even when I feel bad
No one can see my feelings,
no one can touch my heart,
that's how the story starts.
The mask of the joker,
an eternal smile,
a lonely lifestyle
My inner self, I hide
Pretending I'm fine
Not putting my heart on the line.
A mask for protection,
like a huge wall
built around my soul.
The mask of the joker,
an eternal smile,
a broken lifestyle.
Now it's too late,
the mask and me are one.
Now I notice what I've become.
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| Auteur: Wandering | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 juni 2013 | ||
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