Used to be my Panic RoomnThe other side of menWhere I slept and woke by turnsnAnd nothing seemed realnnI was feeding on your lifenPeering through the holenAnd it scared me outnSomedaynYou would knock on my doornnSweet shelter of minenI'm freezing withoutnSweet shelter of minenI'm dying withoutnnCover up my twisted thoughtsnShattered all aroundnMuffled soundsnRecurring dreamsnMelatonin smilennUsed to be my 302nThe other side of lightnTrap of my ownnThat helped me dealnWith what I lost insidennSweet shelter of minenI'm freezing withoutnSweet shelter of minenI'm dying withoutnSweet shelter of minenn...nnI've tried to make self-portraits beforenBut they always turn out so contrivednI've spent too much timenCorrecting light and shadenHiding wrinklesnBurning scarsnnI've tried to make self-portraits beforenThrough my eyesnJust see myselfnNow I knownI'm not in denialnThat I need someone elsenTo see menTo see me