Another face in the crowd, another shadow. Another face to ignore.

Another voice goes unheard beneath the banter. Another voice goes unheard.

I’ve built myself on self belief. I thrive on self expression.

I tend to find my own way through all heartache.

I’m just the echo of what I could be.

A ghost of someone the world wants to see

I wear the mask they see. There’s nothing left of me.

A dying light in your memory.

Another shape in the crowd, another echo. Another face to ignore.

Another voice disappears beneath the banter. Another voice goes unheard.

I lost myself in disbelief. I’m fading from expression.

I feel I’ve lost my way through all heartache.

I’m just the echo of what I could be.

A ghost of someone the world wants to see.

I wear the mask they see. There’s nothing left of me.

A dying light in your memory.

In the heart of sorrow. In the sorrow I’ve become.

Pain cuts through all I am from being torn apart.

Rip the mask off my rotting face. There’s nothing left to kill in me.

I am the echo. A fading light. The ghost of someone… nothing left to find.

I’m just the echo of what I could be.

I’m just the echo of what I could be.

A ghost of someone the world wants to see.

I wear the mask they see. There’s nothing left of me.

A dying light in your memory.