Masquerade

Is there anyone that fails? Is there anyone that falls? Am I the only one in church feelin' so small? Cause when I take a look around everybody seems so strong and I know they'll soon discover that I don't belong. So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay. If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too. So with a painted grin, I play the part again. So everyone will see me the way that I see them. Are we happy plastic people under shiny plastic steeples with walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain? But if the invitation's open to every heart that has been broken maybe then we close the curtain on our stained glass masquerade.

Is there anyone who's been there? Are there any hands to raise? Am I the only one who's traded in the altar for a stage? The performance is convincing and we know every line by heart. Only when no one is watching can we really fall apart.

-Casting Crowns