immortal

when you look into the crowd and you wonder what theyre thinking
an air of disapproval, waiting for it all to sink in
can't be falling in that trap,
what is passed is in the past
and now you're walking really fast

pacing, prancing, holding the waistband of your skirt
but in the mirror you can't stand the sight your own girth
can we talk about it baby
you been acting real shady
your beauty's kinda fading

when you look in the mirror and you don't even care about
the fact that you are hiding, the pain the fear the shame and doubt
can't be lying to yourself
how many lies can one tell
can't even hear yourself yell

crying, dying, clinging to what's already dead
you can't fathom what is ahead
alone in pure misery
some kind of mental dysentery
the love is far from plenty

when you look into the crowd and you wonder what we're thinking
wish we coulda realized, exactly what you were hinting
no you have not left us no
no it was us who let you go
in your voice lives on your soul
in your voice lives on, your soul