Ride or Die
We took the masks off and burned them Never to be worn again Maybe it's a sickness Or maybe it's just the human condition But we've accepted each other's scars and wrinkles The shameful moments We couldn't dare hide Or twist to our benefits Then we would just be, Lying to ourselves. We took the masks off and didn't mourn the could-have-beens that came along with them. We didn't look at the fire with regretful eyes. The flames instead mimicked our eyes bright with anticipation of something great. Something actual real true and solid Not the guarded masks of the past with someone not-quite-right. Instead, a loyalty to someone that actually means something. New meaning to ride or die.