| Peel back the layers, expose who you claim to be; even though you hate the mirror. Staring into no reflection who's that? Obscure trances that guide you to the end of the earth. bloodshot eyes can no longer see past the mask you always wear. Tired of the games, Time out. Blow the whistle- send in a sub. give yourself a break- it's tiring pretending to be no help.. Dangerous business when souls go cold. Rigid glass, darting eyes between the rooms. 2 way exposure, The truth. And the picture of how you've painted yourself. Which one are you? a recollection of no regrets, fears and memories are thrown to the wind. broken and beaten by the shadows. How did you end up here? Shackled and chained, grungy; yet clean. Your mind, crooked and tattered. wandering through a maze all alone. Trapped in the corner, swarmed by mistakes. Who can help you? No one can. |