The glitter on a paint and plaster face
Is covering desire and disgrace
We could be lovers
But no one suspects at all
Once you´re inside that costume ball
And now I´m sitting here before the mirror
I have the skill still to disguise my tears
Then as the magic starts to fade
I find myself abandoning the masquerade
Even though you´re suffering
You try to hide it
And pretend you´re so nonchalant
You can cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
Then perhaps you´ll know what you want
I hope you never feel this much despair
Or know the meaning of that empty chair
As the illusions that we made all fall away
In this abandoned masquerade
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