This Mask of You

This fashion cue,
This mask of you,
It haunts my very being.

I'm obsolete,
I'm on my knees,
I feel I'm stuck in greiving.

You built me up,
You called my bluffs,
You helped me be myself;

So how could I
Conjure the lie,
That I love someone else;

Or find the time
To even try
To give someone that chance;

When I still find
That your face lies
In every stolen glance?

This fashion cue,
This mask of you,
A trace of who you could be,

It haunts my dreams,
Reality,
And anyone I should be.

So now, I fear,
No choice is clear,
I feel stuck in the spotlight;

At least see,
This mask of me,
Was never really on right.