Just like last time,
Tears pouring from my eyes,
My breath is shaky
And the weights on my shoulders are more heavy.

The mask is breaking apart.
I think I need to point to the sad face on the chart
but no, I don't need him to help.
He'll only build more to my shell.

Everyday, it's always the same.
More and more people adding to my shame.
I don't want to go
but I must put on a show.

People like what I make
but he says they're fake.
My happy outlet is gone
so the show must go on.

Backstage isn't much better.
It just reminds me that I don't matter.
It puts me down, of course
but I must pretend so I don't get a curse.

They say, "tell the truth."
Could I say that I feel like a loose tooth?
I might fall today or tonight
but I always fall when the time isn't right.

I want to get rid of the pain and I know how
but if I do it, something might go down.
I don't want to hesitate
but I can't take the cake.

So many but's, no more so's.
So many things I want to stop but I can't say no.
It's piling on and on and on
meaning more and more cons.