to mask it all.

如果海会说话,
如果風会愛上砂.

Everytime i see it happening,
week after week.
my mood drops skyhigh.

duno why.
there's this tingling wierd feeling.
I so wanna put on a smile.
but just can't fit into that mask.
shares has since become one of those simple masks i picked up.

knowing that things are changing.
that things are no longer the same.
i can't help, but grow distant.

life in uni has now become
nothing more than a mere facade of show-tell.
everyday seems to be like a play.
so put on those glamourous clothes.
waiting for the show to begin.

we're all.
living in this whole world of pretence.

it just hurts.

I guess i'm not good at acting.
i never was.