i could dream but i'm disillusioned
drinking still water from a broken glass
seems all that ever changes are the faces
settle on dealing with this past

i wait for someone to hear me
but my cries come from beyond the broken mirror
shattered shards are but whispers
echoes of a fading "this should last"

i never dreamed that life could get so complicated
never thought i'd have to live a life so jaded
somewhere beyond my own distance
there's a hand reaching out for me
should i push through give it guidance
or should i simply let it be

beginning to drown in the sea of isolation
torn through and through by the fabrication
what's real is real but what happens when it's jumbled
and everyone's waiting to see you crack

you can't scream because the sound has all been muted
no matter what you do they see you hopeless and diluted
you're not dead but you're no longer living
a scar of what we should have started giving

somewhere beyond my own distance
there's a hand reaching out for me
should i push through give it guidance
or should i simply let it be

should i believe in tomorrow
or stay dazed by this hell
waking up to the backwash of illusion
i found myself becoming someone else

i'm just someone else's shell