Wish I could see me through your eyes
To lose myself in the mirrors on your wall
I’ve never seen me after all
And when the curtains fall
I just feel like a ghost upon the stage
I know there is no god at all
But I still can’t believe in me
Wish I could touch me with your hands
Because I can’t take off my skin
To make me tangible at last;
Or at least unreal to run away from this ordeal
And I know you tried your best to help,
But sadly words are weak,
When it’s a language you don’t speak
Time and again little wounds have grown
Grown and claimed totality
Your gaze will never penetrate my skin
I’ve seen a light that glows within
Burning inside, falling apart
From the flesh, your mind departs
Shards fly like feathers
Mirrors turn into dust
Too many colors
Too little trust