I wanna know the truth
so take your mask off
I reckon you would choke
you are no longer used
you could catch back your soul
you could feel nude
and l can see the baby
that l want to nurture
you had to leave it out of home
it suited you of course
you had an aura of a prince, mine
you did not need to play a role
but you became the mask
and the masquerade too
the character who got fame
and me in the shade, digging roots
I did not need a clue, I wanted you
tangled in the spider web I crashed into
shredding it out, giving it pure fuel
our demons meet and go
becouse my mask is lost
you had your soul behind
mine was on top
masterpiece
rock stone, in a throne
a lore that was already made a song
but I left a spark of me indeed
not to love but to fear
because I saw the beauty
of a child playing naughty
of a powerful man, now sorry
and you dismissed
the miss that you kissed
and you only saw the sharp
of a girl needing a dad
while I had the time to adjust
to work it out and push
and become a psycopath
to survive my broken heart
because, you cannot word
the beauty I lost
I forgave long ago
and refuse to forget the most
since l can still reproduce
my mask, steal
made for what we costed
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