Do As You Do. Poem by Methods Create Madness

This play is amusing
This play makes me laugh
This play first seemed sad
But this plays' not bad
It's a masquerade, we can partake
Masked and dressed, new lies we make
Society made this awesome trend
But that was until, my dearest friend
Decided that she, refused to pretend
That descition, became the end
Society ate her alive

This play was amusing
This play made me laugh
This play became sad
We ought to feel bad
For now a mask lies cracked on the floor
And a lonely soul was pushed out the door
How can this be? It must be a dream
I see in your eyes we all want to scream
I follow you out but only to find
The scraps of the dress that you left behind
I wait for you to come trough that door
In my hands your cracked mask from the floor
I wish I knew the person behind
The mask we all once in a while will find
Society eats us all alive