The Mask...

If you see me with a frown on my face then I'm fronting
So don't be afraid if towards you I'm coming
it's just a little mask I wear to hide my insecurities
Afraid if Iexpose myself then everyone will laugh at me

Hard at me, be hard on me for not being what I'm meant to be
Or what it really is that they really want for me to be
But really all I'll be is me or what it is I'm meant to be
Which isn't what you want for me, 'cos all I want is to be free

Excuse me, brother, I'm only saying what it is
I'm sorry my sister, for times i wasn't there for thee
I was too busy indulging in ignorant bliss
Feeling sorry for myself and dwelling in my self-pity

Witty, some call me, but they don't know what I'm all about
All they do is smile when I'm there, when I turn they pout
Like who the heck this good-for-nothing brother really thinks he is
And so to hide the pain I wear the mask so what I feel, they miss....

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)