In the past I've removed so many masks
that one day I'll forget mine
people turn shells
pretending to feel joy.
Having no one by my side I just knew
that even if he claimed to be unique
was just another one of the many pieces of crap.
believing that breaking someone else's wolf costume
would make me someone good
but I turned into a snake
filling more than one with poison.
Until one day I was taught that I'm not the best
I had become the thing I hated
filling my facade with bitterness and resentment
and although I didn't know it at the time
I stabbed a love.
I only became one with the grudge
and even though I was a happy person, I disguised myself
I was always drowning in liquor
because even though I didn't know in principle, I lost a love because of false kisses.
