Pointless Repetition

Behind this masked debate I can see what I become Reflections of your window So I look away towards the sun Such a frightened thing Such an animal of fear The light has burnt my face And now I’m coming back to here This is just so endless All this searching for the truth Or are they just excuses? I’m just too desperate and confused Wading through the swamp I’m becoming something new Or is this just my sentence? I see the darkness is on queue If I can find your face If I can just make it out of this Perhaps I’ll start again I think I’ll choose to contradict Watch the empty land Wait for death to come I’m looking through the window But now I’m staring at the sun