If I wanted to find the person I was,
I won't ever find him staring in mirrors
All I'll bear to witness is him in my shadow
He glimpses in horror at what I've become

I'm no longer that boy in the picture
He's burdened by this harrowing guilt
As I'm tripping into a bottomless pit
He endured enough of being my conscience
And as he's cutting the strings,
A part...