Wasa Wasa

Are these ideas of reference Or is this about me It's such a burning question That I can't stand the heat Why are we wearing masks If we can see right through Is that me you are seeing Do I see me in you I'm feeling sick of myself Feeling like I was then I should play with myself Before I play with them Look into my dead eyes A mirror for the blind We only learn the hard way We only learn in pain You see more than they know You'll see more than they'll show