(Verse 1) The world is full of masked faces, I can’t tell whose souls are alive, And though I move among them, I’m still learning how to survive. Full regalia—fur and feathers, Diamonds pinned and shining bright, No ball tonight, just the grocery store, Under flickering fluorescent light. (Chorus) I push my cart through the quiet crowd, With my armor, my smile, my shame, They’re trying to read my story out loud, While I’m hiding behind my own name. Every glance feels like a mirror’s gaze, And I can’t tell what they see— (Verse 2) A smile hides behind a crowded cart, A sneer over non-organic dreams, The stock boy slips on spilled milk, Pretends I didn’t see. I wash off the warpaint, Trade my fur for denim and silk, Hoping they’ll see something real, If I just let them in. (Chorus) But I push my cart through the next quiet crowd, With my armor, my smile, my shame, They’re trying to read my story out loud, While I’m hiding behind my own name. Every glance feels like a mirror’s gaze, And I can’t tell what they see— (Bridge) I stripped it all away, Still the world looked the same. Maybe the masks aren’t on our faces— Maybe they’re carved in our names. (Outro) So I sit in the dark, A ghost with no light, No mask, no crowd, no fight. Just me as I am— And who I still don’t understand
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