The world's a different place,
when no one knows your face
Life does cruel, cruel things,
with everything it brings
Every single rhyme or metaphor,
will never describe life behind a door,
that's a blockade to a soul
trapped in embers and coal...
The mask to a heart
repeatedly torn apart...
Words may never explain
how the past haunts her with pain...
The way sunlight dances by her...
Leaving her behind with
only one thing in mind
The world's a different place,
when seen through blacklight eyes
It highlights every trace,
every tear as she cries
It shrouds out all the good
Eclipsing all the light
Forever to be trapped in a world,
that is naught but stars and night
It's shards of broken dreams,
but never what it seems
It's everything to be feared,
yet all to be reveered
It's sight without vision,
and vision without sight
To see this world in its true colors,
has always been her plight
It's the image in the mirrors,
reflections not the same
It's the picture which she fears,
and she's the one to blame
The tapestry of unthinkable nightmares
Depicting false friends from who really cares
As the fangs of the wolf begin to bare,
the threads of hope slowly tear
Strings of reality take their place,
the blemish of truth is one we must face
Though the winter is forever over,
her heart's still smothered in frost,
and all faith has been forever lost
She is Skye...she is me...
She's the reason...for the things I see
