The sun has gone and I'm lost without them.
If I hold my breath, they see through me.
So I try to breathe the air, to feel the air flow through me.
But the only one who sees me is the one with no face.

The monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me.
I create it with hope and caring, an open heart, a thought of sharing.
I try so hard to let go, so why don't I?
The only one who sees me is the one with no face.

For a friend, or an enemy, or anything I thought I wanted.
It's so hard to believe that this is what it's come to.
This is all I wanted but I never should have had.

The monsters always care, the monsters always see, the air of anxiety surrounding me.
There's nothing to fight when the air is your enemy.
I forgot my name.
I forgot who I am and I am left alone with the one with no face.