I don’t know who you are,
You look like you’ve got a shop full of masks
Neatly arranged inside your head,
So you can easily pick out the right one.
You look like you’re wrapped in layers and layers of different fabric;
Each hand crafted to suit someone else.
I want to know the real you;
I don’t want you to feel like you have to put on a mask for me,
I don’t want you to feel like you have to wrap yourself in layers and layers of fabric;
As if hiding from me.
But how can i complain,
When i’m doing exactly the same?
I’m almost suffocating,
And I can’t breathe,
But i can’t stop.