Behind the Mask

Looking deep into the mask she wore,
her life has somehow changed
The things she felt important then,
have all been rearranged

Her loves become so jaded,
with those feelings one can’t hide
Hate will always show its face,
when lies and love collide

Her troubles blamed on others,
as she sits there all alone
A mess she’s made of everything,
with no way to atone

The bottle sits in front of her,
the pills are in her bag
Forgetting all they’ve ever said,
she starts a three day jag

Sleeping in the alley,
smelling like a bottle of gin
Her eyes are black, her arms a mess,
her face is getting thin

A three day drunk’s turned out to be,
the life style of her choice
Each night she beds a different man,
a different nasty voice

None speak about forgiveness,
and there’s no one left to care
Every time she sips that bottle,
it’s like drinking pure despair

By now her life is over,
at the age of twenty seven
No solace for her in this life,
no room for her in heaven

In a drunken stupor,
there is a knock upon the door
But she can’t get up to answer,
as she’s passed out on the floor

In the morning she’ll find out,
all this horror’s just a dream
A different path is what she’ll choose
but nothing to extreme