I wear a mask that hides my cheeks and shades my eyes It appears to other as happy and joyous But underneath no one knows my true story That my eyes, they have wept so much for my soul, that they now just water up on their own And my cheeks are stained by those those meaningless sorrowful tears So much so that not even I know who I am I'm lost, so lost in my own melancholy that I can not find the clasp The clasp that would remove this mask from my face So my loved ones can see all the anguish and affliction hidden there Helping me, Saving me So that one day my tears would not fall pointlessly, burdened by sadness and sorrow But they would glide graciously down my face, filled with sanctity and contentment Easing the stains from my cheeks So I can look at my own reflection and recognize my true self