Behind the MaskBehind the MaskBehind the Mask
Come, look behind the mask. What do you see? Was it too much of me to ask?
I was sick and I told you. But at my death bed, you did not view, the age I had shed.
You looked away, as the light faded, from my eyes. It was a visual buffet, to which your conscience jaded, but still heard my cries.
And now you are constantly followed, by my restless soul. Which holds you responsible, for the life that you swallowed.
My life was taken, from my grasp. To not be avenged, you ar
From Pockets DecievedFrom Pockets DecievedFrom Pockets Decieved
Her eyes shifted at the question I inquired my stare now drifted for the answer I aquired
"Why did you cheat?" I was compelled to ask. I revealed her hidden decit. I was justice, behind a mask.
To explain she tried. It was not worth the effort, nor the tears she cried.
Her world collapsed all around her. Her confidence relapsed, yet she refused to defer.
"Why are you so mad?" she asked as if she did no wrong. "It's not like we were more than a fad." And with this my ra
I wish I knewI Wish I knew...I wish I knew
I wish I knew where to find my soul. Or at least, how to find it.
It seems so promiscuous, mingling with other souls, as its true host lies,
waiting for it to return.
Yet it seems to me, it won't come back. I chased it away, in years frozen black.
I crossed the line, it did draw clear. It ran away, compelled by fear.
I could chase it. as fast as i can. Force it to submit, if only I knew, where it ran.
But, all I can do now, is sit and wait, for it
Always RememberAlways RememberAlways Remember
I've thought about your face since. How you walked away, and put up that fence.
I endoured you vicious assault, and put up with your titanic rage. You attacked though it was not my fault. You decided to tear the page.
It was my page if I do recall. The times I ran back, to catch you if you'd fall. But you thought it'd get you, back on track.
Back on track, if the page was destroyed. I should've watched my back, for the demon you employed.
And now my lost soul lurks. It wonders how this
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Unfortunately, the whole trumpet line in my high school's marching band is like that, no matter how hard the band teacher and alumni try to get them to shape up.
I see you're a trumpet player.
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