With lightening comes thunder, well, here it comes again
He sits unfazed cos he's addicted to the pain
The clouds of despondency about to drown him with its rain
A mask within a mask is what the world begs to see
An image of positivity, who else would he rather be?
He whispered, he wants to be a better version of me
But what if in the end who he hoped to be was always him?
The world sees bliss, but the mirror of his soul sees chaos
A sip of tequila and a hummed tone to soothe the strain
Eyes wide shut, he mutters a prayer... may I ease the pain.