Am I wearing a thin disguise Or is there more than white in my eyes? Was I birthed in vain? Is it all the same if you and I are not wise? I could have sworn that I read so well But now I squint my eyes and can't tell The page was torn from the book, but we were born to look It's me and you in this hell But I wish that someone would tell me What my soul knows that I don't know 'Cause it's getting so very empty In the garden, but nothing grows There's a voice, whispers in my ear You are less than you were last year But it's all okay 'cause it went away And I have no use for this fear Still, I wish that someone would tell me What my soul knows that I don't know 'Cause it's getting so very empty In the garden where nothing grows Am I wearing a thin disguise Or is there more than white in my eyes? Was I birthed in vain? Is it all the same if you and I are not wise? Was I birthed in vain? Is it all the same if you and I are not wise?