During the day we laugh and flaunt our
fluffed up personalities that flash so bright,
they cover up any shadows.
The crowds are all wearing masks of the parts
they want everyone else to judge them on.
Its funny how we all fall for the same tricks
that we learn to pull ourselves.

But all my make up melts away and I step out of my skin
when everyone goes home to lay in their beds.
And each one of us stare at the walls,
asking why we are so alone in this world.
That familiar sad song comes on to remind me of tears,
and my mind flies to you where I know you feel the same.
And I am here
and you are there
and all the boys and all the girls dream of someone to dry their eyes.

I never needed much, but I wanted my glimmer of hope
to be real for so long that I held on when I needed to let go.
But what really lasts when everyone builds their own path
and the thought of two going the same way is almost laughable.

I don't think I'm going to get any better for as long as we hide,
but I know we can't be okay if we are who we used to be.
How can I tell if I am changing, and if I am
who am I becoming?
How can I know if you care that you lost me
or that you have seen the skin I left on the floor.

Because the rain doesn't speak to me like it used to
and the trees have thrown away all their flowers.
I can't remember my anger, or how my emotions work anymore.
All that remains are shattered words I slammed in your face,
and that you were relieved when I drove away.