The Mask

Hidden, Fake, thats what you see



The man behind the mask, thats the real me



Lonely, skint, learning my craft



Shoved up on stage, forced to act daft



Sat in the cold all dark and depressed



The fun and the laughter, it's all been supressed



A man like me, a wasted actor



But in my life, it's just a small factor



A fragmented piece of the mixed up jigsaw



I search for the fun, but the angers still raw



Hiding beneath the joy and the laughter



Searching, digging deep, for that happy ever after



My old wrinkled face, millions of laughter lines



Backstage, no make-up, just tears and big sighs



A fragmented piece of the mixed up jigsaw



I search for the fun, but the angers still raw



Living this double life, aint no easy task



But here I go again, back under the mask