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BEING REAL IS A MASQUERADE
BEING REAL IS A MASQUERADE
(T. Beechey)
Being real is a masquerade
You can't be afraid of the unknown
As you walk alone through crowded streets
Heartbeats echo to the bone
Sometimes an answer has no question, there's no confession from the innocent
And all it meant in retrospect had no connection, so there it went
Swirling into the lofty blue, away it flew bidding no good-byes
To the eyes that watched in solitude hopelessly glued unto the skies
Being real is a masquerade
As the blade re-enters the open wound
But it's too soon to tell, too late to believe
While the evening embraces the risen moon
There is no secret, nothing hidden, still we kid ourselves and pretend
To spend but just a moment more safe and sure with a kindred friend
Somewhere between hither and yon, the lines are drawn indelibly
For all to see,yet only the blind can find their way to you and me
Being real is a masquerade
And all that's made turns to dust
There is no justice in a lawless land
As the band of gold begins to rust
Which brings us back to where we began, but nothing can ever satisfy
The reason why for the reasons not and all we've got is an endless lie
What once was lost now is found and those bound for glory start to pale
As the final nail is driven through all we knew,thus ends the tale
Being real is a masquerade
And all who've played become a part
From start to finish and all throughout
It's all about the soul and heart
