caught in the fog of yesterday
trying to find meaning in anything I say
and when I fall apart it comes as no surprise
when you dissect the truth that's left between these lies

and you see me under the ice
barely alive but it feels nice
but you gave me this skin
and now I can't tell where you end and I begin

and you saved me but you still bring me down
you stole my face and wore it like a mask around this town
and you had me believing that I was real
but now I know that touch is something I can't feel