I wear a mask, for protection,
No-one knows what lies beneath...

It's poring with rain,
And you're smiling at me...

I'm dying inside,
Nothing on the surface...

Weave in and out the bodies,
Picking out their faces...

How come I'm friends with you,
I don't even like you that much...

You tell me all your secrets,
Of lies...

Nine days left,
Until we meet at last...

I'm writing a poem,
I'm writing it for you...

Hidden in the darkness,
Of the depths of this world...

One day,
I'll be gone...

You're innocent,
Everybody knows it...

Stood upon the gleaming tiles,
I gaze into the mirror...