What Do You See?

Look around Tell me what you see It’s easy when it’s staring back at me May be foreign to the newest eyes Always pure behind the tallest disguise Let no fancy cloud your doubt It’s there, it’s there, shout Echoes from the superior Crumbles icy exterior Blanketed by warmth and complexion Truthful to a sinister reflection Once here, slowly faded Unrecognized, bothered, hated It’s what we’ve been given, what we know We’ve destructed our tickets to the show Look around What do you see? Cause nothing’s staring back at me