As I stare in the mirror,
I tell myself I'm better than this
I tell myself get it together for this
This isn't me
but this is what people want to see
So I put on the mask
And I play this part
I give them a show
so they never see my heart
And on the inside, I'm kinda sad
but you can't give them a peek
They'd rather see you mean
Vulnerability will be the death of me
The emotional man is not high in demand
They want suppression instead of Confessions
don't want love - just sex sessions
can't be honest - lies get her wetter
The worst side of you, is received better
Don the mask, play the role, get yours
The motto now, where you were genuine before
But that never got you anywhere
You adapted - abandoned your nice guy flare
for something darker to wear
You feel sick, but you look good
This ain't you but to them, it looks good
So will the real ever come out again?
Possibly not, if being real never got you friends
So I put on the mask
and I play this part
And I hope it's enough now
... but I still miss who I was.
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