Can you see what lies beneath...
The disguise and mask I wear?
Daily I dress in this fašade,
For it hides the sadness there.
Hides the tears that never end,
Covers my body as it trembles with fear.
Fear that my love has left forever,
Stolen from me, the last which is dear.
The cloak wears heavy upon me,
Symbolic of the burden I bear.
So full in length, it wraps my chest,
Hiding the scars that I must wear.
So it is, behind the disguise and mask.
The handsome physique, you will not see.
But of a broken man, forever cursed,
By the only woman so loved by he.