Teksty: Anew. The Death Of Youth. Can I Borrow Your Face?.

True colours show through the thickest skin
we wear a mask, hide in the shadows
our identities are misconceptions
i found an open book with all it's words erased
i wrote mine in pen but its been dropped in the water
the ink has bled and it's never really dried
i've skinned my knees and hidden the scars
everyone wishes for more than they have
you can't pawn your life for a tired dream
behind eyes is a heart of gold
but it's worth nothing at all if you don't let it show