Show me your soul,
Drop the mask, quit playing the role.
For I'm not one to be afraid;
I want to know, of what you're made.

Don't talk to me about the latest cars,
Or which new criminal is finally behind bars.
I care not for updates about the current trend,
Or which actor is whose friend.

Don't waste my time with the weather,
And other conversations light as a feather.
Talk not of politics or of what you wear;
For I want to know of the thoughts you bear.

Show me your soul,
Drop the mask, quit playing the role.
For I'm not one to be afraid;
I want to know, of what you're made.

What are the strengths about which you boast,
The passion that drives you the most?
What is it you dream to ace?
What makes your heart race?

His form so attractive, or her face so sweet;
Who's the one to make your heart skip a beat?
What makes you who you are?
From whom you aspire to be, is it too far?

What's your innermost fear?
Where did you get the motivation to make it all the way here?
What in your mind keeps you up at night?
What keeps the spark in your eye bright?

Show me your soul,
Drop the mask, quit playing the role.
For I'm not one to be afraid;
I want to know, of what you're made.