Caught in a comedown
Head hanging in my hands
Tucked in the background
Nobody understands
What's left of me
Is not easy to show

Keep isolated
Standoff until the end
I'm separated outside but looking in
What's left of me
Still wants to be let go

And so they say
"Put on your paper faces"
They'll never meet you eye to eye
Life's just that way
If we all have our places
Don't ever let them see you cry

Swept by the sweet talk
Before the role was set
Numbed by aftershock
Giving more then I get
What's left of me
Sunk silently below
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