taken from Mozu season 1

I don't understand
How do people put different masks every day?
Aren't they tired pretending what they're not?
Aren't they sick of playing various roles?

I don't understand
The smile you show me is not your bright feeling
The hand you give me covering your hidden agenda
The sweet talk you spit is just a form of manner

So, who are you inside?
what personality you have?
How can I describe you well?
Don't you want to be understood?

I don't understand
People around me show only fragment of truth
Yet, they ask to be welcomed
How?