The one trait that I had
That particular trait that I took pride in
The same trait that landed me in the shitter for years and years
Is
Fading away .. ?
Something's changed
Well not something, pretty much everything
People talk about things that I've done in the past
Good things
And I don't know who that person is
Because I wouldn't do 'em again
But I put my mask on
And day by day, gesture by gesture, wrinkle by wrinkle
I try to find out who is this person
The after America person
Mask on !
