Life forces us sometimes to take some twists and turns
To hide the truth by clothing it in velvet,
Manipulate the ones to protect the others
Without ever revealing to whom belongs the fault
Lying , to flee,
our(individual/narrative) reflection in the mirror
Lying to not disappoint
To blend in the set (as in theatre stage decorations)
Never stopping to
Lying , to flee,
our(individual/narrative)reflection in the mirror
Lying until seeing yourself no more
To blend in the set
Never stopping to be : lying, lying.
Tortured by the boredom, we create ourselves stories (narrative/individual)
So well-versed in lying, we end up believing ourselves (narrative/individual)
How to make it thru without deceiving everyone
At the moment of the departure, taking it in our(narrative/individual) grave?
Who will wipe our tears?
Who will see through the veil?
Who will finally break the mask?