Mask-Edited - Memory of a Melody

Carefully cut within the lines.

Chiseled deep from all the lies and carved away

Held together by a tie, a string of thorns and cries.

A history full of fears

Lust is all that can be seen as those lips seductively pull me, they pull me

they pull me in

You’re blackened heart is your present pain blackened by a past of misery and

shame I paint a smile upon your face not knowing that you’re just a waste

Pale face white as ghost

-like the sky in your eyes

Lips sketched with my blood

-It's burning my flesh

Am I in denial

-as I paste on my smile

Soon your mask will fall

-it's clipped by a thread

I’m so confused by what you do and I just wish I knew

Then you look to me cutting through me leaving scars and wounds

Thin porcelain piece of glass, placed carefully just to mask

You’re fucked up past…

List is all that can be seen as those lips seductively pull me, they pull me

they pull me in

You’re blackened heart is your present pain blackened by a past of misery and

shame I paint a smile upon your face not knowing that you’re just a waste

Pale face white as ghost

-like the sky in your eyes

Lips sketched with my blood

-It's burning my flesh

Am I in denial

-as I paste on my smile

Soon your mask will fall

-it's clipped by a thread

(Your Mask; You’re Eye; You’re truth; In lies)

I paint your face with all I am and I have nothing left

I paint a smile upon your face to hide my pain again

I’m seeing clearly what you’ve done and who you really are

All I can do is be like you and cover up my scars