Behind the mask, I’m smiling, sir and I’m studying your eyes wondering what form they take when you cry or when you come but my eyes never catch yours and I don’t know if you're smiling
I’m a crowd pleaser, you see. an attention seeker always hunting for other people’s eyes my therapist think it’s got to do with my father I think it’s got to do with his but he doesn’t laugh
Cause laughter is a river not a mirror and I paid for a fuckin' mirror. and in his mirror, I‘m a spoiled brat an oppressed flower
one day I’m looking for land the other I’m falling through a cloud day in and day out, man I’m naked I’m drowning I’m cold, red and blue.
but not now
Now Behind the mask, I’m smiling, sir and I hope you’re smiling too.
