Looking deep in the mirror
Searching for the scars
That the world left behind
Resting in that reflection
Are the tears from the rain
That get harder to find
You can fool half the people
Smiling blind at the wind
From the road of despair
Traveling on with a vision
That gets tougher to see
From the masks that you wear
Listen to all the voices
Talking louder at those
Who you can’t even hear
Speaking to all the memories
Now forgotten in words
That will fade in your fear
They will find ways to haunt you
Rising back from the ashes
You breathe in the air
Leaving smoke in the darkness
That you have to take in
Through the masks that you wear
Reaching out for a meaning
That you left long ago
In a rush to the end
Waiting on a beginning
That you never did start
Just to live and pretend
That you know what you’re doing
Though you just found the truth
In the grips of the dare
Go once more to the mirror
Once you learn to take off
All the masks that you wear
