no matter how much i try to conceal,
that mask will fall off someday.
be it covered, hidden or buried under that pile of lies,
it will still be exposed one day.
the only thing i can do is to keep holding on to the mask,
till it never falls off,
till it stays on with me,
until it becomes a norm...

somehow there's this anguish in me towards you,
that makes me feel why the fuck i'm hopelessly in love with you last time.