I stare at the world through my cracked window,
Taking it in with my distored view,
The Tomorrow's seem to come and go,
Filling my time yet stealing my thoughts,
Through the days I search for myself,
The discovery of which haunts my every hour,
But with the night comes darkness,
Where the silence halts my endless search,
When the moon is cast in my direction,
I catch a glimpse of my faceless reflection,