Is there a masquerade behind every laughter
Was life a play to fool the others
Are we on stage performing to impress
Or are we always behind trying to pretend

Was lies made to cover our mistakes
Was victory made to make us first-rate

When smiles chime with laughter
Was there an inner cry deep within that says
"Go from me, go from me"


To see him leave, 
She can't help but to cleave; to him,
She hopes that he don't depart, 
'cause he's always close to her heart.