Who is this imagine
Starting back at me

Wide dark eyes
And a hidden disguise

The numb is sweet
And hard to beat

Keeps me coping while
My heart is kept hoping

Without the mask, hope is hanging by a thread
Sometimes I think I'm better off dead

If "hope is the thing with feathers"
My bird is not placed in my soul

We all try to drown the Demon
But sometimes the place to perch is full

Who is this imaging staring back at me
All things I never thought I'd be