staring, silent, naked and cold

outside looking in

peeling away this fragile shell

to face the fear within

and the man in the mirror looks on

as the cuts begin



outside looking in

getting over my fears and under my skin

tearing myself apart

to feel whole again, outside looking in



running, tired, tortured and torn

outside looking in

clawing away these open scars

to heal the wounds within

and the man in the mirror looks out

as he reaches in



outside looking in

getting over my fears and under my skin

tearing myself apart

to feel whole again, outside looking in



too many things left undone

too late to turn back

i could change course before the end

but when all is said and done

all i really want

is a chance to start again



staring, silent, naked and cold

outside looking in

feeling my way through this wilderness

for a place to begin

and the man in the mirror reaches out

to the man within