There's writing on his skin again
Truth or lie, he can't explain
The words are his, but not his voice
He live inside another's choice

Mirrors break and show him still
A face rebuilt by his own will
Each scar a story he redesigned
To cage the guilt inside his mind

He's chasing down the man he invented
A stranger his heart defended
The ink won't fade, but he forget
The truth's a script he haven't read yet
Yet
Haven't read yet
Yet

He wear the pain like borrowed skin
A story told from deep within
Each photograph rewrites the scene
And kills the man he might have been

The more he chase, the less he find
A hollow truth inside his mind
If he remember just to pretend–
Then where does the nightmare end?

He's chasing down the man he invented
A stranger his heart defended
The ink won't fade, but he forget
The truth's a script he haven't read yet
Yet
Haven't read yet
Yet