I look in the mirror, but nothing's there.
I try to breathe in the stale, thin, air
Lies are hidden in unspoken truth;
growing old in my wasted youth
I try to turn and run away;
something grabs me and makes me stay.
Something's happening deep inside.
It seems that here I can no longer hide
I dream this dream every waking day;
knowing I can't keep running away.
Reality, fantasy, it's all the same.
All I've been is just a name.
I don't exist, yet I'm here,
drying off my unshed tears.
Am I noticed for who I really am,
or just the number I represent?
I try to breathe in the stale, thin, air
Lies are hidden in unspoken truth;
growing old in my wasted youth
I try to turn and run away;
something grabs me and makes me stay.
Something's happening deep inside.
It seems that here I can no longer hide
I dream this dream every waking day;
knowing I can't keep running away.
Reality, fantasy, it's all the same.
All I've been is just a name.
I don't exist, yet I'm here,
drying off my unshed tears.
Am I noticed for who I really am,
or just the number I represent?
