I've tried to wrap my mind around the thought
of forgetting all that I've been taught
All I've done with my life has brought me here,
not my hopes, my dreams, my fears
And even though I've never been too sure of who I am
I can still feel the blood pump beneath my skin
Straight to my heart, poisoned with lies that I keep
I stare in the mirror and I don't even know,
who I see, what I've become
A stranger to myself, avoiding everyone else
I've been signing my name in blood just to get out
Escape to a place that could never exist
I regret all the chances that I have missed
I hand my self out instead,
torture myself with this hate
Outsiders know me better than I know myself
Here's a glimpse into my world just to have something to hold onto
My world just gets smaller and turned inside out
While the people who talk never need the help
My life is not just a story,
an end to the beginning of a picture perfect journey
that I travel myself
All I can see when I look around,
are people living lives of misery
The people's eyes, they still hold fear
The people's words, they're so insincere
The people's minds, they're still unclear
They don't seem to bear the burden of what's real
Abandon any image of who I am
Alone, all alone again
Abandon any image of who I am
Alone, all alone again
of forgetting all that I've been taught
All I've done with my life has brought me here,
not my hopes, my dreams, my fears
And even though I've never been too sure of who I am
I can still feel the blood pump beneath my skin
Straight to my heart, poisoned with lies that I keep
I stare in the mirror and I don't even know,
who I see, what I've become
A stranger to myself, avoiding everyone else
I've been signing my name in blood just to get out
Escape to a place that could never exist
I regret all the chances that I have missed
I hand my self out instead,
torture myself with this hate
Outsiders know me better than I know myself
Here's a glimpse into my world just to have something to hold onto
My world just gets smaller and turned inside out
While the people who talk never need the help
My life is not just a story,
an end to the beginning of a picture perfect journey
that I travel myself
All I can see when I look around,
are people living lives of misery
The people's eyes, they still hold fear
The people's words, they're so insincere
The people's minds, they're still unclear
They don't seem to bear the burden of what's real
Abandon any image of who I am
Alone, all alone again
Abandon any image of who I am
Alone, all alone again