Shelter of Pretend
Torn between reality
And the shelter of pretend
Living a lie
That will seem to never end
Slipping on a mask
That lasts from morning to night
Reassuring everyone
Until I’m out of sight
It’s easier to hide away
Than to face the world outside
It’s easier than standing
With nothing to hide behind
It’s easier to be someone else
Than to truly become me
Even thought I know that
Somebody’s screaming to be free
Torn between reality
And a shelter of my pretend
I’m going to have to
Set myself free, I guess, in the end
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