Can the real me be you?
Can the real me the one telling me what to do?
Can you be the one giving me decisions to choose?
Did the fake make me look a certain way?
Did the fake lie to you in a certain way?
Did the fake made you cry that day?
You saw his face?
You liked what he had to say?
You should’ve stayed away?
Should I hold no excuse?
Should I said duces?
Should I hold responsible to all the problems I’ve concluded?
Is it a mask we all wear?
Is it an idea we all share.
Is it a look that you and me cared?
But what if what you see isn’t me?
What if that person isn’t who he claims to be?
What if that nice guy is actually shitty?
This is the mask I wear.
Do you dare to take of this mask and share.
Opinion?
Makes me not want to live really.
But I'm still here.
And I'll still be here until I get all my hugs and praises.