What do you see when you look in my eyes, deep inside, my sorrowful cries. Pleading, yearning for someone to care, they talk and they whisper because they know I can hear. Alone and rejected, in this cold darkness I sit, my trust is in pieces, broken and stripped. No more can I take this, too much is this burden, but how far can I go before again I return? The day that they realized that they had me beat was the day that they realized it was too late. Too late for what, I wish you would ask, too late to save me from hiding, concealed with this mask. Too late for regrets, it won't hurt to lose one, only Jesus can save me from what I've become.