Put your mask on, and sit behind the false reality
This is the world where nothing as it seems
Shape yourself and reform the image
You don't need shadows to hide yourself
Trying, pretending, to be what they wanted to see in you
There's always lies to be told, there's always something to hold
Whether it's true or not
You can be whatever you wanted to be
Behind photographs and memories
How you live, how you love, how you die
It's all written in an open diary
The mirrors are crying, they no longer reflects reality
Just a screen of big and fake picture
That's where you display your life

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