Disguise
Why am I stuck in this mess? Why can't I just give it a rest? I can't take it anymore, I can't hide, that's for sure. I can't pretend or be fake, put on a puppy face. I need to get this out, I feel like I should shout. Tell her whats wrong, so I might move on. Maybe her memory will eventually fade, But for that day, I'll have to wai. I'll put my mask back on, Pretend that nothing's wrong. I'll go back to being the same A smile disgusising the pain. Written October 4th, 1998 © on Nov 16 2001 08:31 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Why am I stuck in this mess?..."