Almost me.

Is it not just so funny how
easily you can become someone else?
Oh, the art of masks.
I can be who you want me to be.
Whatever you need me to be.
I'll play nice and smile,
I promise.
Just don't believe it's me.
It's a mask, and it's fooling you.
It's forbidden.
And I'm committing.
This girl is committing a forbidden crime.
Death penalty is sure to be
landing on her shoulder.
You like what you see,
I know you do,
but you're decieved.
I'm fooling YOU.
So believe what you will,
but it's secretly almost me.
I'm watching your every move,
and you don't even see.
You think me someone else.
Someone that you know,
but not at all.
I'm different from them all.
The art of these masks.
The potential to lie.
I love it.
And YOU love it to.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be
thinking
me
as
you.