my shadow to trade
places with me
so i can be free

Then i'd be perfection
just a reflection
i wouldnt be real
so i couldnt feel
all the pain inside
and i wouldnt hve to try
to hide
to lie
to pretend to be okay
when im not

Im so sick of these games
that i am forced to play
just to hide
the truth
behind the lies
of this desguise

Because to show you
whats true
would be to hurt you
so quietly, i sit and abide, as i try to hide
behind my mask of lies

as i walk
i talk
to my shadow
and i tell it
i want it to be me
and so we trade places
and i am perfect
im just a reflect
of my reflection
pure perfection
flawless
perfect
nothing...
 
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