• What is this game you play?
    This strange dance,
    Your masquerade.
    You come to me with a mask of an angel
    You're oh so kind and just as gentle.
    You tell me things I want to hear
    You sing sweet songs in my ear.
    Then you switch to another mask.
    The change is smooth and oh so fast.
    You've become a demon of the darkest kind.
    You lie and sneak and confuse my mind.
    But these are both masks
    A part you play,
    In this dangerous game,
    Your masquerade.
    So who are you really?
    What's behind the mask?
    A demon?
    An angel?
    or something else?
    Please, who are you?
    Why won't you tell me?
    I'm tired of this game,
    The dance has worn me out.
    This masquerade is over,
    It's time to find out!