Take a look around this lonely place Where a mask is worn on every And lips gently kiss The end of their cigaretts This world is in such finess To cover all the emptiness standing here in between The pages of a magazine
*You never know what I inside me I’ll never what you think about Until we share what we keep in private Until we what we’re lving without Our shadows more across the No promises no talk at all Inside crowd we dance alone With face made of stone