Touching the silver glass. Watching the hours pass. The eyes are brown like mine. The skin is smooth and fine. But the soul behind the mask. Has a question to ask.

I know the name. I know the face. I know the fame. I know the place. But the person staring back. Is wearing black. She is a Stranger.

Yeah, a total Stranger.

Wipe the lipstick away. Reveal the gray. Take off the golden crown. Put it down. Are you happy inside? Or is it just a ride?

I know the name. I know the face. I know the fame. I know the place. But the person staring back. Is wearing black. She is a Stranger.

Yeah, a total Stranger.

Who are you? Who are you? Tell me!