Clean Slate
We live in a world full of Facades,
Empty hearts, with greedy intentions,
This world is a black and white canvas,
Full of people in masks... who’s behind the mask?
“I want to be…”
Who do I want to be…?
We’re all in the system. Everyone wearing the same face, sharing the same face.
“I don’t want to have the same face.”
When I think what’s the reason I live, the answer is clear--
Ringing louder and clearer than ever before, like the ringing of bells off in a distance.
“I want to be…”
A life that's just a habit, an endless cycle.
What’s the point in faking the smile, the feelings--faking who I am.
“Who I am is…”
Wondering the direction and the path where my future lays
And thinking we all live the lie,
This lie of who we are,
What we are--who are we?
Who are we trying to be…?
We were given a name,we were all programed differently; we’re all supposed to function differently--
“I want to be Aaron.”
“I am...me.”