Mask the darkness of the night holds me in an embrace, in the solitude of a dark room, in the arms of a lonely bed, I hold myself tight in my arms, and cry. with a smile spread across my face, in front of the world, a mask, I assume, in front of the mirror, i stand naked, looking straight into my own reflection,I cry. the face, that from within the mirror, looks back at me, is the only one who can understand, that sometimes I'm in pain so much. the eyes, that from within the mirror, stare back at me, are the only ones who understand, why sometimes I hurt so much. it's so easy to fool the world, it's so easy to put on a mask, it's really not that difficult of a task. it's so easy to put on an act, It's so easy to hide unshed tears behind smiling eyes Yet silent tears my heart does shed, as bit by bit my soul dies, burdened by the feelings it hides inside. it's so difficult to fool a pained soul the part of me that is torn into pieces with time, in which pain just increases it's so difficult to fool my broken heart the part of me that supports so much pain open wounds, salt upon which time does drain the darkness of the night holds me in an embrace in the solitude of a dark room, in the arms of a lonely bed I hold myself tight in my arms, and cry with a smile spread across my face in front of the world, a mask, I assume in front of the mirror, i stand naked looking straight into my own reflection,I cry
