The pain is searing
I want to chose
Every night my eyes
tearing up for you
I've been wearing my
collection of masks so long
that I've forgotten which one
really belongs
They both feel so natural
I love them all
You think the choice would be easy
but no
I know which one I should chose
. . . I also know which one the world tells
me to chose
I'm tired of the on going show
I want the curtain to close
So I pull, I strain
but all I feel is the pain
that is staining my skin a crimson
The little voices I hear won't
give me my peace
Screaming they say 'Wear this! Do that!
Say this act like her!'
At first I resisted, knowing better
But it hurt to much
so I gave in. . .
and I enjoyed the enclosed freedom
Then I hear the voice that I love and long
for, but it is oh so quite
and normally gets drained out to a faint
whisper, when the world is shouting
It gets louder as I go deeper
until everything is shouting out at me!
I want to chose!
I need to chose!
This hypocrisy has to end
My masks needs to burn.
I sit here struggling
as I slowly, ever so slowly
become one with the world
I'm not of.
I ammiserable, you see,
having all these multiple
identities.
I cry, I sigh, but still
no resolve to claim.
What to chose, I'm still
undecided
To be of the world or in it?
But now the choice is made
the sorrow more,
the choice was made, and it was the worst
in the world.
I want to chose
Every night my eyes
tearing up for you
I've been wearing my
collection of masks so long
that I've forgotten which one
really belongs
They both feel so natural
I love them all
You think the choice would be easy
but no
I know which one I should chose
. . . I also know which one the world tells
me to chose
I'm tired of the on going show
I want the curtain to close
So I pull, I strain
but all I feel is the pain
that is staining my skin a crimson
The little voices I hear won't
give me my peace
Screaming they say 'Wear this! Do that!
Say this act like her!'
At first I resisted, knowing better
But it hurt to much
so I gave in. . .
and I enjoyed the enclosed freedom
Then I hear the voice that I love and long
for, but it is oh so quite
and normally gets drained out to a faint
whisper, when the world is shouting
It gets louder as I go deeper
until everything is shouting out at me!
I want to chose!
I need to chose!
This hypocrisy has to end
My masks needs to burn.
I sit here struggling
as I slowly, ever so slowly
become one with the world
I'm not of.
I ammiserable, you see,
having all these multiple
identities.
I cry, I sigh, but still
no resolve to claim.
What to chose, I'm still
undecided
To be of the world or in it?
But now the choice is made
the sorrow more,
the choice was made, and it was the worst
in the world.
