the mask keeps on slipping and tearing
  the holes are big enough to see
  i strain and i'm bending to hear you
  what did you tell me
    so slow
  you see me disappear
  taken in taken away
  caught in another memory
  looking for something left to see
  now i want something
    the one in the corner it's moving
  slowly up slowly down
  never too brilliant or clever
  it won't turn around
  no one will know that i'm looking
  they can't get to me