When I saved you from that dumpster, you had no face...
Just a blank canvas, waiting for an image to be placed...
So I stitched you a face made out of leather...
I couldn't dare think of a material better...
Its strong, yet smooth...hard yet soft...
Much like the face I wear...so why take it off?...
But I guess the face I gave you wasn't good enough for you...
You've got new faces you wear depend on who stands before you...
Our one friend is a jokester, who never wears a frown...
So you stitched a cotton mask of a clown...
Suddenly when he's around, everything is so funny...
To the point where you can't breathe and you're eyes are runny...
But even when nothing is funny at all, you laugh yet and still...
And look around as you do it, hoping that someone else will...
Your usually mellow tone of voice is now a scream...
But as soon as he leaves, you wake up from that dream...
The clown mask comes off as soon as he walks out the door...
And u put on the leather mask that I made you before...
Our one friend plays hockey like everyday is his last...
So you simply, when you're around him, wear a hockey mask...
All of a sudden you're so concerned about your physique...
And you're language and tone of voice is no longer discrete...
You slang all your words, dance, scream and shout...
And pretend to talk sports...something you know NOTHING about...
You sing songs by artists you usually would despise...
But as soon as he leaves, you open up your eyes...
When the "Time you are on" is no longer his...
You put your leather mask back on, and go about you biz...
Our one friend is...well, Caucasian as they say...
So you found you a mask worn by the KKK...
Nothing racist, not saying that you hate any colored folk...
But you suddenly forget that you are, and that's no joke...
When he's around, the way you act is now "Dank", and "filthy"...
And you're so concerned with getting high and drunk, it kills me...
You worship the guy, might as well be kissing his feet...
But you're demeanor changes just as soon as he goes to sleep...
When you feel like its ok to remind yourself that you're colored...
You put your leather mask back on, and you're once again a brother...
I know all of these friends, and appreciate the good that they do...
But when you were down in the dumps...who's the one who saved you?...
I love you...I really do, and not to sound bitter or mad...
But seeing you rush to put on a face for others does make me sad...
We're destined to be bonded for life, I'm already sure...
But its almost like...I don't know who you are anymore...
So when you look in the mirror at your blank skull again...
Remember that my mask is the closest thing to skin...
-Double-@
Just a blank canvas, waiting for an image to be placed...
So I stitched you a face made out of leather...
I couldn't dare think of a material better...
Its strong, yet smooth...hard yet soft...
Much like the face I wear...so why take it off?...
But I guess the face I gave you wasn't good enough for you...
You've got new faces you wear depend on who stands before you...
Our one friend is a jokester, who never wears a frown...
So you stitched a cotton mask of a clown...
Suddenly when he's around, everything is so funny...
To the point where you can't breathe and you're eyes are runny...
But even when nothing is funny at all, you laugh yet and still...
And look around as you do it, hoping that someone else will...
Your usually mellow tone of voice is now a scream...
But as soon as he leaves, you wake up from that dream...
The clown mask comes off as soon as he walks out the door...
And u put on the leather mask that I made you before...
Our one friend plays hockey like everyday is his last...
So you simply, when you're around him, wear a hockey mask...
All of a sudden you're so concerned about your physique...
And you're language and tone of voice is no longer discrete...
You slang all your words, dance, scream and shout...
And pretend to talk sports...something you know NOTHING about...
You sing songs by artists you usually would despise...
But as soon as he leaves, you open up your eyes...
When the "Time you are on" is no longer his...
You put your leather mask back on, and go about you biz...
Our one friend is...well, Caucasian as they say...
So you found you a mask worn by the KKK...
Nothing racist, not saying that you hate any colored folk...
But you suddenly forget that you are, and that's no joke...
When he's around, the way you act is now "Dank", and "filthy"...
And you're so concerned with getting high and drunk, it kills me...
You worship the guy, might as well be kissing his feet...
But you're demeanor changes just as soon as he goes to sleep...
When you feel like its ok to remind yourself that you're colored...
You put your leather mask back on, and you're once again a brother...
I know all of these friends, and appreciate the good that they do...
But when you were down in the dumps...who's the one who saved you?...
I love you...I really do, and not to sound bitter or mad...
But seeing you rush to put on a face for others does make me sad...
We're destined to be bonded for life, I'm already sure...
But its almost like...I don't know who you are anymore...
So when you look in the mirror at your blank skull again...
Remember that my mask is the closest thing to skin...
-Double-@
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