Hear my cry, my face is numb. Hear my cry, my legs won't run. Hear my cry, I'm ripping at the seems. Hear my cry, if only I could scream. . I can taste it, an aching inside.
Your smile cuts through a smoky room. Chasing silence from the air. Your empty eyes and hollow smile. Complement your vacant stare. . There's something more.
Made like a mirror to reflect His glory. But the glass got smashed, bought a counterfeit story. We gave into pride, sacrificed life, on that day we died inside.
Sneering smiles fill my eyes. And laugh at tears that fall from the weight of unspeakable fears. I wonder aloud in curious tones. Could I be proud when they hate me and mock me?.