• On a high no one can understand,

    that fog thats been around starts to lift.

    Seeng clearly is the most hardest,

    but after seeing life can be the easiest.

    Everyones in that haze,

    some never to be lifted.

    Few can see

    but most are only seeing a hoax.

    A lie

    Something fake to us all.

    Life is one big masquerade.

    Behind those masks lies secrets and memories.

    Everyones mask is different.

    Not one person can know everything about a person.

    I dought anyone could.

    But when they start to lift,

    u get glympes of who they really are.

    Who am i?

    Id never let anyone lift mine.

    only to certain people i might. but glympes they see.

    Not one person will know everything about me.

    Not one person will understand who i am.

    Not one person will feel as i feel.

    Not one person can be just like me.

    If that were to happen,

    i dont know what i would do.

    Id probley keep it a secret with the other ones as well.

    Because id finally open up,

    and tell that person who i really am.

    So who am i?

    Im only a guest to this masquerade.

    Only a partron.

    Only a beliver.