Though you never can forget,
It's so simple to pretend:
Claim that you are not a threat,
Promise them that you're their friend,
Never showing them your face,
Never touch them with your soul.
Keep it hidden, every trace;
Only you will pay the toll.
Gazing through the looking glass, it's there until you die:
The darker part of you is standing, covered by your lies.
Can you fight it?
Can you free it?
Are you in control?
Or is it you inside of it, your core as dark as coal?
Is the shell you hide inside the image that you show?
Are you good or are you bad, or can you even know?
Don't you wish you could forget?
Too bad, 'cause that's your toll.