Light from under the door,

As I pace these tile floors.

Holding my breath, so delicately,

Cause letting go's never easy. 

A blanket of silence covers the room,

Til the morning sun replaces the moon.

So tonight I wander through memories,

Wondering where the path has been carrying me.  

 

Oh, how I could be so naive,

To convince myself and just believe.

That I wasn't lost inside myself,

 That I wasn't going through hell. 

 

She looked at me with open eyes,

And I saw myself for the very first time,

A reflection from another's view.

A hollowed face I never knew.

Looking for myself in the mirror,

The truth has never been so clear.

I have been searching for someone else,

And I still don't know myself.  

 

So now I speak in tongues,

Just to confuse the ones,

Who ask me if I'm okay,

Cause I don't know what else to say.

My mouth is dry when the words slip out,

"I can't decide what to write about.

This time's not just another lonely fight

With a pillow and my mind on an empty night."

 

Oh, how could I be so  naive,

So easily blinded, simply deceived,

That I wasn't lost inside myself,

That I wasn't going through hell.

 

 She looked at me with open eyes,

And I saw myself for the very first time,

A reflection from another's view.

A hollowed face I never knew.

Looking for myself in the mirror,

The truth has never been so clear.

I have been searching for someone else,

And I still don't know myself.  

 

Who I am wants to know

The man I will be.

But the mirror only shows,

What's right in front of me.  

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