When I look in the mirror

I wonder where my smile has gone

But when I look back at today

I ask did it ever belong

All I do to myself each night is offer my abuse

Inside I am breaking

What is the use?



I dont know where Im going

And I dont know what to say

I know theres no point in showing

cos its better off this way



So Ill keep parading

Pretending that Im fine

But whats the point in existing

When I dont get two seconds of your time?

The memory is fading

And I look for my smile

But its way down inside me

And it will be lost for a while



I dont know where Im going

And I dont know what to say

I know theres no point in showing

cos its better off this way



History is fading

Light it up

Masquerading

All of this sucks

(Ive been down here waiting

For a little piece of luck

But I know I wont get it

Until my time is up) x2



Why is it that I cant say the things I want to, to your face?

All I do is sit alone and get annoyed in this dark place

I cant say that when youre here Ive ever been a happy man

So why is it, that when I sleep, your face is all I comprehend?

Fading, I give up

Fading, I give up.