Can’t you realize what’s in my eyes?
Can’t you see I’m dying inside?
No one knows me like You do
only some, in fact very few.
Those people that judge the skin I’m in,
never really judge themselves within
They don’t see who I really am
They don’t even give a damn
Why should I care so much?
I always yearn for Your touch.
Reach out of me
From the depths of my soul,
then You’ll see
They hurt, they break they steal
and those feelings inside are real.
Pier into my window, what do you see?
Do You see You? Do You see me?
What part of me is?
What is mine, what is His?
It’s a jury, and I’m on trail
Am I good, or in just denial?
Is it I the one that dies, cries, lies
in the skin of others eyes?
The others, you know
The others in my head
Just who am I, You never said
Do I find out when I’m alive, or dead?
Should I mind what they say?
What gives them the right anyway?
The truth will set you free
I know the truth, it’s with inside me
Yet I don’t feel free
Just when will I be?
I am jailed in this body You gave
til You take it to the grave
In the meantime Judgment Day is…