When I look in the mirror
I wonder where my smile has gone
But when I look back at today
I ask did it ever belong
All I do to myself each night is offer my abuse
Inside I am breaking
What is the use?

I dont know where Im going
And I dont know what to say
I know theres no point in showing
cos its better off this way

So Ill keep parading
Pretending that Im fine
But whats the point in existing
When I dont get two seconds of your time?
The memory is fading
And I look for my smile
But its way down inside me
And it will be lost for a while

I dont know where Im going
And I dont know what to say
I know theres no point in showing
cos its better off this way

History is fading
Light it up
Masquerading
All of this sucks
(Ive been down here waiting
For a little piece of luck
But I know I wont get it
Until my time is up) x2

Why is it that I cant say the things I want to, to your face?
All I do is sit alone and get annoyed in this dark place
I cant say that when youre here Ive ever been a happy man
So why is it, that when I sleep, your face is all I comprehend?
Fading, I give up
Fading, I give u