staring, silent, naked and cold 

outside looking in 

peeling away this fragile shell 

to face the fear within 

and the man in the mirror looks on 

as the cuts begin 



outside looking in 

getting over my fears and under my skin 

tearing myself apart 

to feel whole again, outside looking in 



running, tired, tortured and torn 

outside looking in 

clawing away these open scars 

to heal the wounds within 

and the man in the mirror looks out 

as he reaches in 



outside looking in 

getting over my fears and under my skin 

tearing myself apart 

to feel whole again, outside looking in 



too many things left undone 

too late to turn back 

i could change course before the end 

but when all is said and done 

all i really want 

is a chance to start again 



staring, silent, naked and cold 

outside looking in 

feeling my way through this wilderness 

for a place to begin 

and the man in the mirror reaches out 

to the man within