|All the ways, all the wise
How will I ever break this disguise?
How many masks have I got on now?
I'm sure myself is in here, somehow
Do I ask help of those around
Dare I try to stand my own ground
How many times will I tell myself no
It won't happen again I tell myself so
Can this really be happening to me?
Who is that standing, looking at me?
Looking wise beyond yeard, nodding to me
Proffering a hand, do I take it, dare I see?