Why do you just keep on trying to stare right through me?
Why are you just trying so hard to see that part of me that i’ve just locked away so deep into the heart of me?
That part that i just don’t want all of the world to see?
What ever would your heart get to gain if you ever saw the real me?
And what would your whole heart say if it really got to see into the very soul of me?
And how would i ever go to cope now that you had seen the whole of me?
So why not just stop staring and we can all just keep on wearing all of these masks that each of us keep on wearing each and every single day
Then i can be everything that you can see right here in that very same way
Always right here in front of me ….