I never really opened up to a lot of people after meeting them

It usually takes me a couple years

my friends learn how to play me expertly

to make sure that I’ll tell them the truth

Of what’s really going on 

Underneath the shiny exterior of my mask

The worst lies beneath the strings

Where the harmony becomes dull

As you try to bow all the notes

Trying to make it sound perfect

But underneath all the pretty gloss

Inside is a dull dark place 

Where I bury all the fear and worry from my friends

So the pitch stays sound 

If the problems come out 

The tune breaks

I will screech and cry 

The notes turn sour 

And the rhythm forgotten 

A new song arises 

Except this song is one of the most painful to play

And most difficult to hear 

At times like these

It's like the strings are flat

And people begin to stare

They try to fix the melody 

Along the way warming me up

To know the Girl beneath the cover

but one wrong word I block them out

Push too hard 

I turn in to one of the ugliest things they will hear 

It becomes so out of key

To the point 

That they pack me up and give me to another

Repeating the cycle of neverending heartache