Bare Bones

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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