Paper Bag

I'll hide my face from the world, because I don't want you to know me.
Afraid If I let you get to close, you might not like the real me.
because I'm afraid I don't even know the real me either.
I'll let you believe me to be who you want me to, and hope it's someone you'll keep around
And I'll gladly take on that shape and form
fit myself nicely into that mold,
Because I want to the be me you need
I'll hide behind this paper bag, and maybe a song or two.
Some warning signs to say "Don't come Near"
Isolate myself in my confusion and never have to expose myself.
Staying in the dark is where I'd rather be,
where no one can judge, and I can be free.
I'm afraid of what you'll think of me.
As soon as we both find out who me is.
What if you don't like me?
And what if I don't like me?
In here I'll develop many personalities,
to fit each mold that steps into my life
And each one will have it's own warning melody
So I don't cause any one else grief or strife.
Like the phantom in his opera
with his mask and music of the night
i hide behind this paper bag
to leave the rest to your imagination
whatever mold you might like