I can't let you down,
But I let me down;
I've lost myself to you,
I'm oblivious to myself now.

If I cried for help,
You wouldn't hear me;
It is in your means,
But you wouldn't save me.

Your eyes could heal the broken hearted,
Still you choose to use it to burn me;
The mirror reveals the superficial,
But deep inside it's misty and unclear, it's empty.

For all the world could be lost,
And I'd still be lost in your thoughts;
In the wonder of imagination,
In the beauty of loneliness.

Yet I can't let you go because,
You make me believe in magic;
Although I know it's an illusion,
I will be your fool dancing in the rain.

A part of myself but never on the surface,
I try to suppress it but can't hide it from my eyes.
The fire that burns like hell,
The threat that spells suicide.
I stand feeling the burn within,
That I set upon myself,
That I try to extinguish myself.
The darkest secrets only I know,
And a friend of mine I trusted too well.

I'm dying for something I don't know what;
I'm dying for something that kills me.

When you can see the end of the road,
But the hands you carry remain empty;
Your shoulders weary of the load you bear,
The yoke of your deeds, the curse on your name.

In fear of the shadows surrounding you,
But a hope that whispers, "Carry on";
To leave the familiar behind,
To step into the unknown, into faith.

When you find the devil that shatters you,
In the mirror every morning, haunting you;
When your very being, the one you know so well,
Is the nightmare you live each day.