Why does a mannequin rule my body?
When did the real me get lost inside my head?
For when reality comes,
I must've wished it to death.
As I grow weaker;
It grows stronger, ripping me to shreds.

When did this beautiful lady,
Become a Siren's deadly call?

I trek through these mountains,
Very heavy, they are with wood.
To hide inside this darkened sky
My blood may feel just right inside,
But I know my mind never will.
Just like the mannequin that would not
Be forced inside my body.
It is simply a masquerade ball.
For whoever wears the best mask
Will hear the Siren's lovely end.
So here I am wondering:

Why was I not given the call?
Is it not a mask at all?

I guess we will never know
Because I had refused to show.