• I'm hidden underneath this mask,
    My skin, My eyes, My hair.
    But really underneath it all,
    is my hidden deep despair.

    Finding that one for you
    the someone you will love.
    Is just sitting in your hands
    As gentle as a dove.

    But when your mask is on too tight,
    It makes your feelings stay.
    With those feelings, you grasp to hard,
    And then that love flies away.

    Then I find the courage to remove this mask,
    I'm tired of all this mess.
    I would rather take the jokes from girls,
    And snickers from the rest.

    But, when I remove this Masquerade,
    Off my gentle head,
    I don't find jokes and snickers,
    But True Love instead...