Fragments of the Mask I once Wore

Ready to see the colors I've been hiding?
Because my mask is staying on the shelf
I don't care what you think and I'm finding
That is feels better to just be myself.

You tell me that this will never be me
That everything I am is a show
I'm leaving on the count of three
And you'll never hunt me down once I go

My life has been a charade all these years
I'm done, this dead parade is no more
For all the nights I cried countless bloody tears
I'll be gone by the count of four.

The main thing now is what I plan to do
I'm free from that life, I don't need you.