My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.
At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.
Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.
To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.
I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.