I'm so tired of wearing this mask
The suffocation is killing me
It's not covering my nose and mouth, no,
But the parts of my soul that they can't see.
I made my mask years ago
From the anguish of a lost, broken heart
And now, to strip it away,
I don't know where to start.
My life crumbles like a sand castle
Before the tidal wave;
I hope someone finds the broken pieces behind the mask,
Before there's nothing left to save.
Today I found a surgeon
To remove this horrible mask
And what they did was simple
They needed but to ask:
"How are you feeling?"
"What's going on?"
"How was your day?"
"What's wrong?"
Then the surgeon cut back more,
Removed yet another layer,
And in doing so took my lies
Off the record player.
They finally got me open
And took a look inside
At the part of my soul
That I spent so long trying to hide.
Today I grabbed a scalpel
It was finally my turn
To cut at the surgeon
Because I felt a little concerned.
I cut into the mask, I did,
I ripped the thing away,
And what I found underneath
I promise not to say.
What I will admit
Is that this operation taught a lot.
To fix someone's problems
Doesn't require anything to be bought.
To find the fragmented soul
Underneath that mask,
All you have to do,
It's really simple- ask.
"How are you feeling?"
"What's going on?"
"How was your day?"
"What's wrong?"
