Every day i follow the same routine
Wake up and become an actor
Wearing a mask
That's border-line shattering
Covered with bloody reds
And beautiful blues
But those blues aren't so beautiful
When blue is how your truly feeling
This show seems never ending
And my mask is never mending
But love comes along and takes a bow
My mask remains cracked before healing for a moment
Is it sad that when that mask comes off
I'm just a scared little kid
Just begging for attention
But the audience doesn't care
They think I'm just joking and I need no intervention
But when my mask is fully broken
How will I begin to cope
Where is all my hope...
All within my final bow.