Bare Bones

Bare Bones - House Vs. Hurricane

Who is this boy that stands before me

No colour in his face, his eyes stare right at me

It's almost as if I knew him once

As if he were a fiend of mine

This is my confession

I bear my soul tonight

The things I wish I could rewrite

Lost in a cloud of my own doubt

I know I'll lose what I can't live without

It's in this black haze I find myself

I'm short of living and just short of death

This is my confession

I bear my soul tonight

The things I wish I could rewrite

These are my transgressions

I hold them to the light

Just give me a chance to make them right

His head cast down, his shoulders slumped

I need to see him clearer

But to my dismay, I find myself

Looking in the mirror