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Poetry » Song » The Game, the Mask, and the Soul Beneath font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: Translucently Opaque
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-05-08 - Updated: 05-05-08 - Complete - id:2513677

We smile and laugh

We all look the same

Pretty and perfect

We all play this game

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We dance ‘cause we’re told

We must to fit in

Our masks tied so tight

A big flawless grin

-

Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

The noose of our own making pulls

So tight around our necks

-

And yet there you are

Mask held in your hand

It falls to the floor

Like rain on the sand

-

No longer dancing

You stand in their way

Turning, they laugh at

Your imperfect face

-

Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

The noose of their own making pulls

So tight around their necks

-

You don’t seem to care

You look with clear eyes

At our stupid game

And our stupid lies

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And turning to me

You hold out your hand

I took it, though why

I don’t understand

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Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

The noose of my own making pulls

So tight around my neck

-

Eyes close

Quiet mind

Breathe deep

Dark shines

-

Together we danced

And I know they stared

Your eyes fixed on mine

And mine fixed on theirs

-

Gazed into my eyes

Though I turned away

I don’t wear the mask

It’s glued to my face

-

Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

It’s useless to stop trying though

‘Cause I’ve got nothing left

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My mask is my shield

So that they won’t see

The soul that’s within

That’s buried beneath

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You took off my mask

It fell to the floor

And as they looked on

We walked out the door

-

Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

The noose of their own making pulls

It’s tight around their necks

-

Still they are dancing

Together alone

They’re playing their game

They’re killing their souls

-

And we are still free

To no longer hide

My eyes fixed on yours

And yours fixed on mine

-

Suffocating, suffocating

Try to take a breath

The noose of my own making slips

It’s loose across my neck

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