Beyond the looking glass 
Worlds start to fade
Who I am isn't who I seem to be 
My past is ever present 
So visible and susceptible to insecurities 
Beyond the looking glass
 I am face to face with me

Beyond the looking glass
 we are all the same
Saints in battle
Trying to hold on to 
Things too big for us to handle
Beyond the looking glass 
There's a way
There's a way 
Rocky and narrow

There's a twisted notion 
Of what beautiful is
Those lies ate away at me 
To leave these chains behind
And walk again free
Through that looking glass
Stands who I am and who I want to be

Glancing up I see
Two eyes, quite familiar
Dead, pain-filled stare 
Hands open, 
Through the looking glass he stares 

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