the mask

I can take off all my clothes but yet I am still not bare to you 

My eyes drift beyond you

Understand that what you've been wearing is not quite the face I thought I saw

So easily fooled by my own imagination

Willing to stand in the rising waters

Hoping the page would turn, the story would develop

that lace that binds that shell to your face, its frightening when I finally see

What lies have I been diluting myself in 

Now I move

Now I wake

Again I feel what it is to be me