The empties are all around us

They walk and talk like confidence

But that is simply to fool us

People consumed by pettiness

They care more for appearance

The newest style,

The coolest friends,

Love to them is not happiness

When the mask falls down

She is shrunken, unhappy

Her life wasted tricking the world;

But that was the mask

She did nothing for herself,

Only the mask

And the master of the mask is really the slave

And the mask has friends

And the mask has faith

And the mask has joy

And she has none

And the mask is pretty

And the mask is tough

And the mask is perfect

And she is not

She cloaks herself in happiness;

Takes pride in prettiness

But the boys care not for her soul

Just the package in which she comes

And her friends care not for her

Just the weight…