It never helped that you were pretty.they always just saw
your fake smile.They couldn't see that it was all an act
just to make sure they didn't see.They could only hear the
tone of your voice.

They can't see all the pain you try to cover.and they can't
see all the tears you cry.at night.as soon as your head hits
the pillow.They only see you in the halls when they're too
intimidated to ask. but they don't see what really goes on 
underneath the mask.

Popularity,isn't all it's cracked up to be. It sure can't
fix all the problems and the help you wish to seek.Sure they
stare at you for your beauty but they dont really care.you
could be in a room wiith a thousand people
but still feel like you're not even there.

They can't see all the pain you try to cover.and they can't
see all the tears you cry.at night.as soon as your head hits
the pillow.They only see you in the halls when they're too
intimidated to ask. but they don't see what really goes on 
underneath the mask.

You've never felt love cuz it's always been fake. Your
friends are only with you for your face. you don't know how
much more of this you can take.

They cant see all the drama, Hoping it all won't unfold. If
you reviel yourself to the world will it still feel cold?.
Relieved somebody's finally asked, Dont you think it's time
to remove the mask?