Where is the place your broken dreams go? Would I find myself reflected if I were to look?
Where do you hide your shattered hopes? Would my name be fragmented on every wall?
How do you disguise your open scars? Would my face torment, as though I was salt?
Where do you out your rising fears? Would my presence conjure a thousand frightened tears?
Where do you conceal your tortured sighs? Do you cast me out with every exhale?
Where do you bury your mangled memories? Would I find myself buried, six feet under your skin?