She tries to see the beauty in everyone, hiding the monster inside.
Drowning out the unthinkable to go to her side.
People don't understand the hate that now boils where love died.
They don't understand the blood that trickles on both sides.
Now that the masquerades over we can't go back to being normal.
She stabbed her back and broke her heart.
Now all that's left is an uncovered masquerade and monsters running our parade.
