Mask on tight

Mask on tight, heart cold like the winter, Move in the shadows, I’m the ghost, I’m the sinner. No peace talk, I ain’t one for the banter, Eyes on the prize, got my mind like a planner. City lights flicker, but I’m lost in the dark, Every step I take, I’m leaving my mark. Silent like a whisper, but my thoughts scream loud, In a world full of fakes, I’m the one that’s proud.