No one hears me at night
\nNo one hears when I ache
\nAll of what I have
\nIs once again now at stake
\nWay to long I have starved
\nFor the simple things in life
\nClosing my bedroom door
\nHoping for something to come alive
\nAs I stare into the mirror
\nI slowly paint my face
\nCarefully hiding every wrinkle
\nCreating a mask with out trace
\nI decorate my body to go hunting in the night
\nRehearsing every line underneath my breath
\nSo I can survive a fate worse than death
\nI’ll lock away my soul
\nRight before I start
\nTo protect it from the strangers
\nThat have torn my heart apart
\nNow I will pay my dues again
\nWith this gift God calls “Life”
\nI will fight through lies and sin
\nSeeking out the truth in the serenity of the night<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"