Am I wearing a thin disguise
Or is there more than white in my eyes?
Was I birthed in vain?
Is it all the same if you and I are not wise?
I could have sworn that I read so well
But now I squint my eyes and can't tell
The page was torn from the book, but we were born to look
It's me and you in this hell

But I wish that someone would tell me
What my soul knows that I don't know
'Cause it's getting so very empty
In the garden, but nothing grows

There's a voice, whispers in my ear
You are less than you were last year
But it's all okay 'cause it went away
And I have no use for this fear

Still, I wish that someone would tell me
What my soul knows that I don't know
'Cause it's getting so very empty
In the garden where nothing grows

Am I wearing a thin disguise
Or is there more than white in my eyes?
Was I birthed in vain?
Is it all the same if you and I are not wise?

Was I birthed in vain?
Is it all the same if you and I are not wise?