I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...
Some days I feel lost
Walking in a fog...
I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...
There was a little girl,
Just over there...
My face tells a sad story;
a tall tale and a series of unfortunate events...
Body slams against a wall
soaked with tears of a woman...
Some days
I am okay...
It's said by a simple man,
it is what it is...
It's sad but true,
I don't care...
I remember the times when you said we'd last,
About how odd it was that you and me worked at...
The greatest lie you will ever tell yourself,
is convincing yourself...
I look in the mirror
I see the reflection of a ghost...