"Why can't you just be real?"

"Why do you always hide what you feel?"

"Are you done playing masquerade yet?"

"You know we're all afraid, yeah?"

"Why are you always pretending?"

This act, it's neverending 

And god, I am so tired

But all the expectations have me wired

It shouldn't be this hard for me, to speak with honesty

But sometimes the truth gets lost somewhere within me

And all the realities are frightening to me 

So I'm faking things constantly

Yeah I'll play the part of who I think you want me to be

But you tell me just to be myself

Now see, I don't know that one, can I try someone else?

You say I'm "better than that"

But I don't belive that that's a fact

Because I've got no faith in who I am

And I don't really have a plan

I just try to fill the shadows that I see

Cast by the imaginary "perfect" me

But that version will never truly exist 

So why does it always get to me like this?

They say that "perfect isn't real" 

That "what's real is how you feel"

So maybe there's no need to masquerade

For it's okay to be afraid