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I’m tired of the mask
The fake smiles, little laughs
Dawning a life far fetched from my own
Covering a secret, battered skin, fragile bone
Wounds from my battle, long since past
Take a slow breath, pray its the last
Want to be break free, let go, move on
Let the disease take over, pass before dawn
I’m tired of the mask, I want to be free
I wish I could put the demons to rest, and return to me
