That things that keeps you from me
that thing that grows
Hindering me and you in Life
driving me from your heart
Keeping me from your heart
The mask that makes you fake
the mask that gives you a fake smile
That mask that made you suffer
it drove me from you
it blocked me from you
that façade
I was your vent
I was your pen and pencil
you were my guide
you drove me to create art
I wrote art and you created it
That mask took away your canvas
it blocked and locked away your pencil
that mask became a cancer
slowly killing me and you
I'll break that mask
I'll save you myself
from that façade, that mask
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