In a world that sees in black, white and rainbow,
Will someone like me really fit, even with qualifications so low?
I can't show what face I have, I'm too shy, I'll melt like snow.
But, if I don't take this first step, will I ever really know...?
I'm ashamed of myself, but I'm also very proud,
I lasted this long, hiding and playing in the crowd.
Somehow I was able to remain hidden, but the price I'm not allowed,
Silence of being, losing myself, is this really better than being able to cry out loud...?
What do I have to hide, what secrets I have, many will ask.
Before I give my answer, I ask them back, "Are you really ready for such task?"
They're then left confused, and I just smile sadly under my mask.
Too afraid to share my thoughts, better off taking it with me to the cask.
I'm lost, both in mind and spirit of being who I am now and before,
The stories I kept under the wraps, how much do I have in store?
Some call me sinful, others virtuous, I'll keep drowning in opinions galore,
Even when scythe comes to reap, I won't give myself up, see you in Hell, mi amor.