No name, no voice, no skin.

Just waiting for another face to tell me who i’ve been.

They look at me to find themselves, so i’ll show them what they seek.

But when they leave i’m left alone.

Faceless, cold and bleak.

I watch their tears, their fears and shame, each time they pass through.

Still I am nothing of my own, once again I’m alone.

Just glass that copies you.