Hiding in the mask
And i ask
Why do I have to be in this task?
Keepin' myself in the box.
When will I be brave?
To fight against what's in my brain
Because it leads me into grave
Insecurities give me so much pain.
Why do I have to be in this mask?
Why do I feel insecure to someone?
Can someone answer this little fox?
'Cause I don't want to be like this when I'm gone.
— end
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts of Faye
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