Oh darling, I got a closet full of masks
So many, I can't even count them all
You say you know me
Ha
You don't
I'm playing a game here, tricking your eyes
Can you trust them... your eyes?
Can you?
For I got a closet full of masks
Each day, I change my mask
as if it's clothes
Swap it out,
toss the used one
Oh darling, I can't stop
For I got a closet full of masks
It's my addiction, my craving which I can't seem to
refuse
I'm losing sight of who I really am
Behind this mask, out of this game
It seems like I'm tricking my eyes as well
Can I trust them...my eyes?
Can I?
My closet full of masks
grows bigger each day
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