I walk the paths Where echoes blend A scripted role I can't commend The lines are drawn The roles are clear My voice is soft It disappears Every word’s a borrowed line Every step A clockwork sign Scripted life It’s not my own Speaking lines A hollow tone Who’s that stranger in my skin Let me out Or let me begin Reflections lie The world won't mend A fleeting glimpse A truth condemned The costumes change But I remain A painted smile to hide the pain This mask is tight It cuts It binds The hidden path is hard to find Scripted life It’s not my own Speaking lines A hollow tone Who’s that stranger in my skin Let me out Let me begin Scripted life It’s not my own Speaking lines A hollow tone Who’s that stranger in my skin Let me out Let me begin
