Sometimes I feel
I'm in a great Masquerade
And every day
Is a game of charades
We go through the motions
and who ever guesses
our real emotions
hiding behind our mask
Sometimes I wish
To take a chance
To take off the mask
And start my own dance
Yet something always stops me
something stays my hand
I am never to be
ever truly free
Just another dancer
Just another mask
Following the steps
Of this Masquerade dance