You can't seem to see past your own reflection. Caught up in the halls of your introspection. And you're staring at your mirror on the wall. Asking, "Who is the fairest of them all?".
Feel the silence. There's war beneath our skin. Let it begin. It's hard to fight. It's hard to lead resistance. It's our hearts we're up against. . This world it keeps us.
From our darkest alleys. To our stained glass walls. However high we climb. No matter how many times we fall. . From our greatest triumphs. To our deepest defeats.
I feel it in your eyes. There's pain that covers up these lies. Now you may look like me. But it seems you're really different on the inside. . We used to keep our hearts safe.
So you thought you had to keep this up. All the work that you do. So we think that you're good. And you can't believe it's not enough. All the walls you built up.