Broken Pieces

I live my days outside myself Wondering if anyone will see Or notice I'm just a shadow A shell of who I used to be Seconds, minutes, hours, and days Imprison all I knew My face appears to be the same But all of its untrue A joke or two, designer clothes A smile that masks what no one knows But all of it's a bogus ride Hiding broken pieces rattling inside So much of what I do right now Is just a magic show A painful world of make-believe And on and on it goes I've become the king of masquerade A chameleon born to blend I rise with the sun and sink with the moon And do it all again My hair just right, a new cologne A smile that masks what no one knows But all of it's a bogus ride Hiding broken pieces rattling inside Can someone tell me who I am? And how am I to know It's hard to be a wanderer Without a face or home I need someone to take my hand And breathe into my soul To dry my eyes and look inside And make these pieces whole A joke or two, designer clothes A smile that masks what no one knows But all of it's a bogus ride Hiding broken pieces rattling inside Yes, all of it's a bogus ride Hiding broken pieces rattling inside