Isn't it funny, how we all seem to hide from something or
we all have masks and a book full of excuses ready to use
whenever someone gets too close to the truth, to close to us...
we run and we hide until we can't stand it anymore, or until we
mess things up...
I used to think that we were all running from each other,
doing our best to keep up our own personal show,
making them believe that we were different....
but now I know that in the end, we're all the same,
we're not running away from others,
we're running away from ourselves.
We all put up a show for our own mind,
while our heart screams out the truth.
It's all a freaking show!
You throw away your mask,
at the end of the day,
and you take a good look at yourself in the mirror expecting to
see someone else,
expecting to see some changes,
but instead you're facing the same old you...
And while your heart screams at you to accept it,
to accept yourself just the way you are...
your mind starts to build other masks,
other excuses to use the next day.
The ugly truth is,
you can't run away from yourself...
every single morning,
while we get out of our beds to face a new day...