This charming appearence, brought up the insecurity in me. A latent terror, never really asleep. But where to hide now? Where do I turn? So hard to face expectations,am I willing to look into the sun? Burn this enclosure. Move the shade away! Don't look at me. Turn those eyes away! This biting wind blows right through me. These cold grazed hands, reaching through a golden fence. As a forgotten past vanishes into thin air. But where to hide now? Where do I turn? So hard to face expectations, am I willing to look into the sun? Conquer this world for it has been empty. A painfull re-birth ( it won't be long before I break down) A wall crumbling down. An unnoticed effort. Breaking down! Don't look at me. Turn those eyes away! This biting wind blows right through me.