Masquerade

The room is full of scattered dreams,
Of all your losses and your schemes,
Your pretences pasted on the wall,
A fitting monument to your fall.

Lets all go to the masquerade,
Are we puppets in your sick parade?
And though our friendship has decayed,
I hope you’re proud, the games you’ve played.

You’re always faking teenage angst,
And dramatizing failed romance,
It’s like you’re putting on a show,
Drop the curtains take a bow.

Lets all go to the masquerade,
Are we just puppets in your sick parade?
And though our friendship has decayed,
I hope you’re proud, the games you’ve played.

You show your self inflicted marks,
There’s no excuse for acting dark,
‘Cause everything is just an act,
You’re just a fraud and that’s a fact.

So here I am at the masquerade,
Am I a puppet in your sick parade?
Although our friendship has decayed,
And I think you’re proud, the games you’ve played.

Time to leave the masquerade,
To drop the masks and watch them fade,
The games you played are at an end,
Grow up and learn to not pretend.