Transparency

Sometimes I wish I could Exist inside a different plane Nothingness seems like a gift When your outside doesn't match your brain I've got ten thousand faces and Confidence that comes in waves I carry it with good intent In case you see me a different way But I'm not complaining Though I wish I had someone to blame Cause what's the use in good intent When the good and bad all seem the same? If i'm always changing, how do you know me? If you never see me, how will you love me? If i'm always changing, how do you know me? If you nevеr see me, how will you love me?