All alone. 

In a room full of faces. 

Pretty faces. 

Faces of regret.

 

Trying to fill all the empty places,

worn out spaces. 

I haven’t found it yet.

 

Looking in from the outside,

trying to understand the meaning of this game.

 

You make your move and I’ll make mine.

No one wins, you lose.

I lose.

 

You can look right at me,

through me, around me.

 

I’ll say it’s alright.

 

Maybe it’s selfish, pitiful, I don’t know.

But I’m afraid—

of what hides behind

the lies.

 

You can look right at me,

through me, around me,

I’ll say, it’s alright.

 

But I’m not okay.