Flawlessly?
You think you’re pretending flawlessly?
Well, not to me.
I can feel you’re living a lie.
I can feel you want to breakdown and cry.
Come to me if I am right.
Come to me, if you lost your fight.
Take my hand and I will be your assistance.
In this life with your countless resistance.
I will help you.
Together we will get through.
So let me take that mask and if you don’t let me,
taking it will become my task.
Come on, show me what you really feel, behind that mask of steel.
For me that mask doesn’t work anymore, it’s all a show.
Because I figured you out a long time ago.
By the first words you spoke to me, I heard another voice begging “help me to be freeâ€
I broke the rules of your little game.
I have to say, it’s a little too easy. It’s somehow just lame…
So, please tell me.
Do you still think you’re pretending flawlessly?
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Jack Oosterkamp
Geplaatst op
13-10-2013
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