I live my days outside myself
Wondering if anyone will see
Or notice I'm just a shadow
A shell of who I used to be
Seconds, minutes, hours, and days
Imprison all I knew
My face appears to be the same
But all of its untrue
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
So much of what I do right now
Is just a magic show
A painful world of make-believe
And on and on it goes
I've become the king of masquerade
A chameleon born to blend
I rise with the sun and sink with the moon
And do it all again
My hair just right, a new cologne
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Can someone tell me who I am?
And how am I to know
It's hard to be a wanderer
Without a face or home
I need someone to take my hand
And breathe into my soul
To dry my eyes and look inside
And make these pieces whole
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Yes, all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
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I live my days outside myself
Wondering if anyone will see
Or notice I'm just a shadow
A shell of who I used to be
Seconds, minutes, hours, and days
Imprison all I knew
My face appears to be the same
But all of its untrue
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
So much of what I do right now
Is just a magic show
A painful world of make-believe
And on and on it goes
I've become the king of masquerade
A chameleon born to blend
I rise with the sun and sink with the moon
And do it all again
My hair just right, a new cologne
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Can someone tell me who I am?
And how am I to know
It's hard to be a wanderer
Without a face or home
I need someone to take my hand
And breathe into my soul
To dry my eyes and look inside
And make these pieces whole
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Yes, all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Wondering if anyone will see
Or notice I'm just a shadow
A shell of who I used to be
Seconds, minutes, hours, and days
Imprison all I knew
My face appears to be the same
But all of its untrue
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
So much of what I do right now
Is just a magic show
A painful world of make-believe
And on and on it goes
I've become the king of masquerade
A chameleon born to blend
I rise with the sun and sink with the moon
And do it all again
My hair just right, a new cologne
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Can someone tell me who I am?
And how am I to know
It's hard to be a wanderer
Without a face or home
I need someone to take my hand
And breathe into my soul
To dry my eyes and look inside
And make these pieces whole
A joke or two, designer clothes
A smile that masks what no one knows
But all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Yes, all of it's a bogus ride
Hiding broken pieces rattling inside
Writer: Tom Petrone, Frank Nappi
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave