Clean Slate

We live in a world full of Facades,

Empty hearts, with greedy intentions,

This world is a black and white canvas,

Full of people in masks... who’s behind the mask?

“I want to be…”

Who do I want to be…?

We’re all in the system. Everyone wearing the same face, sharing the same face.

“I don’t want to have the same face.”

When I think what’s the reason I live, the answer is clear--

Ringing louder and clearer than ever before, like the ringing of bells off in a distance.

“I want to be…”

A life that's just a habit, an endless cycle.

What’s the point in faking the smile, the feelings--faking who I am.

“Who I am is…”

Wondering the direction and the path where my future lays

And thinking we all live the lie,

This lie of who we are,

What we are--who are we?

Who are we trying to be…?

We were given a name,we were all programed differently; we’re all supposed to function differently--

“I want to be Aaron.”

“I am...me.”