Masquerade

They say no one has to be perfect; They say love is blind and has no boundary. But the more I go I realize I - I never felt The unconditional, it’s only available to their idea of me. All I want is to be a part Of a photographic pose of happy, but A masquerade is a lonely place With painted faces I don’t wanna lose myself It’s all I’ve got And truth is they don’t really care about me In this game of charades, is there room for the player? (Player) I know a man, he’s got no face and got the world on his shoulders. And everyday, he’s parading the marks that the world has given to him. He’s trusting that the world is spinning on (trustin’, trustin’) More than a lie, (more than a lie) And always searching for a reason But he doesn’t know that it’s in him’s the reason why All I want is to be a part Of a photographic pose of happy, but A masquerade is a lonely place (a lonely place) With painted faces I don’t wanna lose myself It’s all I’ve got But truth is they don’t really care about me In this game of charades, is there room for the player? (Player) No, no. You see, I tried to play the game of life Walking where they told me, blind. But I found myself alone in my disguise, And I lost a part of me. All I want is to be a part Of a photographic pose of happy, but A masquerade is a lonely place With painted faces I don’t wanna lose myself All I want is to be a part Of a photographic pose of happy, but (I might give a little, I might take a little) A masquerade is a lonely place With painted faces They don’t give a damn about me!