When I look in the mirror
I wonder where my smile has gone
But when I look back at today
I ask did it ever belong
All I do to myself each night is offer my abuse

Inside I am breaking
What is the use?

I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know what to say
I know there's no point in showing
˜cos it's better off this way

So I'll keep parading
Pretending that I'm fine
But what's the point in existing
When I don't get two seconds of your time?
The memory is fading
And I look for my smile
But it's way down inside me
And it will be lost for a while

I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know what to say
I know there's no point in showing
˜cos it's better off this way

History is fading
Light it up
Masquerading
All of this sucks
(I've been down here waiting
For a little piece of luck
But I know I won't get it
Until my time is up) x2

Why is it that I can't say the things I want to, to your face?
All I do is sit alone and get annoyed in this dark place
I can't say that when you're here I've ever been a happy man
So why is it, that when I sleep, your face is all I comprehend?
Fading, I give up
Fading, I give up.