Man Behind the Mask

No one sees the Man Behind the Mask

They only see the shadow he pretends to be

He fools them all with the smiles he hides behind

And the laughs he uses to disguise his pain

No one notices the Man Behind the Mask

He appears as another face in the crowd

Just another lost and hurt soul

Wandering through the flock of sheeple

No one knows the Man Behind the Mask

They only see the cheery face he wears

Failing to see the turmoil and confusion

That rocks the very fibers of his being

Where is this Man Behind that Mask?

He resides amongst the masses

Burdened down by the weight of the world

Lost within his fears and cares

Who is this Man Behind the Mask?

That's a question few dare to ask

He's a man so man know and fail to see

The Man Behind the Mask, my friend, is me...