Facades

Where do the facades, the masks we create for ourselves stop, and where do we begin?
Or is there no such duality?
Do we simply believe that we create masks in order to cope with the fact that we are actually as rotten as we are?
When does it stop becoming a mask, and when does the mask become the reality?
When do you lose who you are?

I will surround your heart with lies
and it's a heavy burden on me baby
a heavy burden I have never felt before


who really ever tells the truth?