A hundred masks we wear, day in and day out,
from being a mother, a brother, a daughter,
or simply hanging around.
A thousand masks we wear, to be what what we are not.
We hide ourselves from god knows who.
Is it other people that make us do, or is it us,
scared to see ourselves out loud?
A million masks we wear,
From how we walk and what we wear,
and how we smile and how we stare,
from being a sister, father, a wife,
o simple hanging around.