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oh, he was wearing the mask of innocence but his black shirt said something opposite behind that facade, i couldn't see those sly eyes of all the damsels in distress, i was his favourite but they blamed me for not wearing a mask myself it was not him, as they say bluntly, i got hurt myself
oh, i tried to hide my feelings in the cage of my face he never saw the tears past my halfhearted smiles he was wearing a mask of a victim to hide himself that haunts my dreams even from all those miles but they say i was playing the victim for attention they didn't see his fake mask begging for attention
oh, he was the alcohol in a sober outfit of an angel promising to take me to the place we all call heaven i remembered him for an eternity but he forgot me he wasn't there when i heard the chaos and sirens but it wasn't him, wearing the false mask of love it was, as they all still say, my silly belief in love
so, why do they look at me now that they see him why are they begging for mercy after their crime don't know the real pain unless you go through it they didn't see his fake mask when there was time now that they went through the same, they realised now that he went through the same, he realised
oh, even the best mask does not survive the test of life...
