I cannot run from myself.
The man inside knows me well.
Wearing thin, wearing down.
My heart is bleeding out.
My hands shake as I hold this weight of another hard molded face, without a name.
The reflection of myself goes much deeper within.
So I bury the shame of my past underneath this old calloused skin.
Will I ever see past the man I the mirror?
Is it worthless for to think that I will ever be anything?
Rip off this facade of shame, its haunting me.
Break inside, overcome myself.
Break out of the mold.
Throw down the cast of the world on the ground.
The broken mirror before me.
The jagged glass at my feet.
Ten thousand faces of uncertainty lay in the bed of defeat.
Destroy the mask.
Destroy the mask.
Destroy the mask.
Remove the mask.
I am who I am without my reflection.
I am who I am without a mirror.
The man inside knows me well.
Wearing thin, wearing down.
My heart is bleeding out.
My hands shake as I hold this weight of another hard molded face, without a name.
The reflection of myself goes much deeper within.
So I bury the shame of my past underneath this old calloused skin.
Will I ever see past the man I the mirror?
Is it worthless for to think that I will ever be anything?
Rip off this facade of shame, its haunting me.
Break inside, overcome myself.
Break out of the mold.
Throw down the cast of the world on the ground.
The broken mirror before me.
The jagged glass at my feet.
Ten thousand faces of uncertainty lay in the bed of defeat.
Destroy the mask.
Destroy the mask.
Destroy the mask.
Remove the mask.
I am who I am without my reflection.
I am who I am without a mirror.