Lost in the cost of reality
I sought out a thought
To bend and tend to my normality
Found in the sound of being bought

Almost lost in the forbidden
I tend to bend my normality
Traces of spaces left to sought
In the sin of what's hidden

It's clearer in a mirror
The fatality of reality of self-image
but I might be getting nearer
to that fine line of scrimmage

In the end I mend the appearance
So I can stand with perseverance