The morning comes And the haze descends All the colours die To a million shades of grey I lock eyes with them The person in the mirror Their eyes let me see That they are not me They exist inside a copy Of what I'm told is my body But that doesn't make them me I exist inside a copy Of what is their body But I know it doesn't belong to me The world is distorted Nothing but grey I can't feel a thing, Because I am not real I am not real