I see a face in the mirror,
it looks a little bit like me
i think what i've become
i don't like what i see.
you gave me hope of something better,
then you flood my world with tears
my hate and spite are good companions
living in my house of fear.
i hate you, but i hate me more
i hate what i've become,
because of you, in spite of you,
i am empty, cold and numb.
a shell exists where someone lived,
the hollow sounds inside
empty laugher, reverberating
at the false illusion of my pride.
the tie goes on, around my neck,
the suit is pressed and clean.
the sweet smell of the perfume
masks the smell of where i've been.
The sunglasses hide the eyes
the tinted windows hide the rest.
in the office, the house, the open air -
i can't hide from what i detest. |
