Masquerade dismantling

In order to blend into the crowd

People tend to become mediocre

Changing into personals they aren’t familiar

Exploiting whether the human personality can bear such imposition

Ignoring the putsch within themselves

Why impose ourselves with such unbearable burdens?

The most beautiful part of being a man is that we have a heart

It is something like a hunch

Something more than facts and figures.

Do not bury your true self with tons of rules

There might be a chance of being hurt when we open up

But I’d rather be hurt than risking my chance of truly having love in my grasp

If this is my chance of finding love

I will dismantle my masquerade