The Eyes In the Mirror

You:
What you crying about?
Head in your hands.
Too late for that.
Is what you want
What you got?
Know what you’ve done.
Don't ever forget.

And this is not your face.
And these are not your eyes.
And there is not a single thing there
That I can recognize.
And this is all a dream.
And none of you remains.
I'd give anything
For you to come home again.

Hey you:
What you running from?
All your hate
That you've become.
Bet you didn't think
It would happen to you.
All used up
Only half way through.

And this is not your face,
And this is your disguise.
And there is not a single thing there
That I can recognize.
You are not as you seem.
Exist inside a dream.
And I'd give anything
For you to be real again.