Sometimes I wish I could
Exist inside a different plane
Nothingness seems like a gift
When your outside doesn't match your brain

I've got ten thousand faces and
Confidence that comes in waves
I carry it with good intent
In case you see me a different way

But I'm not complaining
Though I wish I had someone to blame
Cause what's the use in good intent
When the good and bad all seem the same?

If i'm always changing, how do you know me?
If you never see me, how will you love me?
If i'm always changing, how do you know me?
If you nevеr see me, how will you love me?