My Mask Or me??

As i walked in the rain
the beads of heaven splashing down on my mask,
thats when i wonder, who am i really?
My Mask Or me??

My identity is a question
the answer to which i dont have
the reason for my existance
really makes me think, if my identity
is My Mask Or me??

Taste of rich food has left me,
nice movies, awesome music dont interest me,
Am amazed to think that,
if these things were enjoyed by
My Mask Or me??

Now, the spots of rain have dried up,
the sun is shining in the sky,
when a joke is cracked, devil in me laughs on the fly,
Closing my eyes, I see the devil,
Is he My Mask Or me??