My True Mask

I heard the news
and yet I'm depressed
I tried to hide my senses
but the moment the moon rises
I cried...

three months had passed and yet I'm still alone
covering my soul with a fake mask
trying to endure the pain
unable to utter my feelings, I moved on

six months had passed and I'm starting to move on
playing video games and watching movies
making friends but they're not absolute
just a foolish lots who had never seen a new specimen

but every time I turn to get my rest
thoughts of regrets is popping out of my head
and a flow of tears of nonsense started to shed
thoughts of "what if" will never leave out my place

Years had passed and things yet to unfold
my desire to see her smile has never been old
The time has come for me to come back home
but things will be different, it really is time to move on

I knocked at her place but no one has answered
I begun to feel unease, worrying about her suffer
I stopped an old man who passed on my way
He showed me the way to this empty hollow place

Its an old cemetery with not a single soul has yet to be found
I looked down on my feet, my knees had dropped
And within my sight, a desperate tombstone shouted to my place
Emptiness and regrets, that’s all that I had, I had nothing else to do
But to cry.