People can be such a mystery
Especially ones with a history.
Actin all formal
Trying to be normal,
Keepin' themselves locked away
And allowing their spirit to decay.
If they need help
They won't let you know
They'll just tell you to go.
So I don't know why
They want to live a lie.
Maybe it makes them secure
For when they look in the mirror.
But one thing's for sure...
That's not something I could endure.