Tell me how does it feel when you see through your own disguise;
When you catch your reflection and can see the sadness in your eyes?
Tell me how does it feel when on paper you’ve come a thousand miles;
Yet your heart has moved a fraction and you’re still all out of smiles?
Tell me how do you feel after another night in isolation, crying;
When you thought you were moving forward but the past creeps up, picking, prying?
How does it feel? How do you feel?