It´s not entirely my work...
...or maybe it is.
Honestly, I don´t know.
Behind The Mask
He: don´t you ever leave
nice colour
be at my side
and call me brother /
She: so you mean you just not bother?/
He: never leave when i´m alone /
She: I could never strike your heart home/
He: walk with me if you like it home /
She: just don´t you press the pedal home/
He: some people say they cannot figure
what is normal what is bigger
what is normal
is it a bird?
a silent creature that cant be heard /
She: I guess you thought I was a nerd/
He: stick with me through black and blue
you see my colours big and true
but if you don´t then you not hue /
She: so now ask you : where were you?/
He: a specious light in heavens due /
She: have you seen my moonbeam blue?/
He: do you feel the crunch of olive leaves /
She: have you seen me on my knees floating on a flood of tears?/
He: do you know this what I need /
She: eternal love that heal and feed?/
He: a bit of life a kiss of love
show me here what life is above
behind the mask is only me
a blissful true identity
a single face
a wonders place
and true right to my entity /
She: Promise you will never leave me/
