Haunted

Haunted, we are haunted

by the talents that we flaunted.

We are the living dead.

Thinning husks and crumbling shadows

of ice and stone we're made.

Royals of a rotting palace,

masks we put on for the day.

And could you ever tell,

could you ever tell

I was breaking down,

breaking down?

Could you ever tell,

could you ever tell

that the tears only ran 

down the insides of my cheeks?

They pooled in all the soft places,

ate through the armor.

But could you ever tell,

could you ever tell?

No - I'm strong.