• Hands pressed firmly
    Against my own reflection
    Outlining the lie
    That I've welcomed to perception

    Eyes lost in a distorted dream
    They tell me that I'm tearing at the seem
    But who are they to talk
    When they know not what of

    In the image I am lost
    From the brushstrokes I can't touch
    Words echo through the air
    And lay upon my life

    They tune themselves to the beat
    And cut emotions as a knife
    Silently I speak the words
    That hide blind intentions

    Afraid to find an answer
    Riddled to rejection
    Waiting hours to know
    If simplicity is satisfying

    Counting every second
    As a secret I am hiding
    Taking steps too far
    Taking steps too subtle

    I'm screaming out the truth
    Will silence end in trouble
    Where do I stand
    When I hide behind a wall

    Watching through the keyhole
    That shows nothing at all
    Should I end where I began
    As time before has shown me

    Hide behind the hands
    Whose fingers open slowly