There are footsteps in this hall theres a shadow on the floor there might be another here but Im the only one at the door Cast my eyes down at the mirror the face that stares out of my mist holds scorn and doesnt care when the glass breaks under my fist I know what I look like without a mirror I cannot hide my face under a mask True it would crack then my face would be showing A hideous scar of human mass I cannot hide my mask of scars under a mask of lies I cannot feign a sheild of strength when my dead heart has ceased its tries