I won’t be around. I just can’t be found. Threw away the mask that pulled me to the ground. So how does it feel When you look at yourself When you see the skin covering up your face.
The stitches hurt When the needles sting through your face. The skin feels so cold.
Underneath your fake smile So easy not to be yourself. The hidden face is your escape.
I guess it kills you To just face yourself.
When you’re feeling well It’s only in your shell And it’s me who stepped away. I kept my face.