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