I can be anything, whatever you need

Just tell me and I’ll make a new mask

A character from the books you read

Of course all you need to do is ask

More, less, none of that more of this

I can change all of myself as such

But sometimes my lines I do miss

So “shit, sorry am I too much?”

I can talk less, get more detached

Lose all the spark in my eyes

I’m too quiet? I can make your volume matched

Yell till my throat is hoarse and dies

What does my face look like behind it ?

Not a chance, I don’t want to know

Because it has got to be ugly as shit

So just tell me what you like and I won’t show

All I need to do is remember what you like

But I keep fucking up in front of the crowd

Voice trembling hands shaking as I grip the mic

Saying “Shit sorry was that too loud?”

It’s always sorry, sorry, is that all you say?

Well then I’m really sorry about that too

But still I think I must deserve it all in some way

It’s my fault for existing in the way that I do

I’m sorry for talking to you too much

I got too attached, it won’t happen again

I’m sorry for flinching away from your touch

I can get over it, just overreacting back then

I will do better, get better, be better I swear

The stage lights are blinding and I can’t breathe

But I still put on my drama masks, I don’t care!

If I don’t then the audience below me will seethe

So out comes a list of apologies, for what?

At this point I don’t even know, sorry just in case

Whatever I did I didn’t mean any of the lot

Anything to stop you seeing my real face

Because I’m already making a new mask

So, for the last fucking time, I plead

If I’m too sad, too loud, too clingy, just ask

Because I can be anything, just tell me what you need