Summary: Hiding behind my mask. My pretty little mask.
Mask, Pretty Little Mask
Hiding behind my mask. My pretty little mask. It's not like a normal one sees them but know what's behind our masks. When we put them on, we agreed, they don't come off, well, for most of the time. They come off when the shadows come out to play.
All 6 of us. We pretend that we're a tech, a trouble-maker, a weirdo, a wackjob, an over-protector, and a goody-two-shoes. But we're not. Those are our masks at work.
We could tell you who we are, but we have other masks to hide.
We could tell you why we hide, but then we would have to make you go away for a long, long time.
I need to finish now. The 'over-protector' said that I've revealed to much already. Just remember this:
'Don't let eyes fool you. Ýou don't know who hides, and you don't know why.