One of these nights
I look into the mirror
And all I see
Is a pale silhouette of what I used to be
Opaque and blurred and grey
I stand before myself
Am hardly able to recognize my face

Why am I so restless
Never am satisfied
Always on the run
No warm place to hide
What is my destiny
What part do I play
I’m longing for eternity
Though I can’t even handle today

I overpaint my face
Brings more contrast into my life
Makes me feel more save
Leads me away from my all-day grave

One of these nights
I look into the mirror
And all I see
Is a pale silhouette of what I used to be
Opaque and blurred and grey
I stand before myself
Am hardly able to recognize my face

Please
Take me home
I don’t belong here
It’s not nice
And I want to leave
Please
Take me home
I don’t belong here
It’s not nice
And I want to leave




--by GIBERTONI--