Nothing will come from this
You say on our bed
Nothing will come from this
I repeat to your head

Dreams mean nothing to me
You say at the table
Dreams mean nothing to me
I repeat as I am able

We’ll all be nothing
You say as we stargaze
We’ll all be nothing
I repeat in a daze

You cover my face
You cover my eyes
You filter my mouth
Now all I tell are lies

Wishes don’t come true
And I thought you knew that
Reality is harsh
And I want you to know that
Your journey will be harsh
And you will know that
Keep traveling on that path
Because you’re too far
To turn back

Even if we choose one path
Of a few, it will still end the same
I would wake up, and you wouldn’t be there
And you wouldn’t wake up at all
Because it will all end the same
No matter what path we take

Open your mouth, open your mouth
Say something out loud
Speak for others to hear you
But don’t be too quiet

Open your mouth, open your mouth
Speak, speak, speak
My mouth will not move
You’ll have to do it for me

Open your mouth, open your mouth
Stop, stop, stop
I’m too quiet
And I fear
The people in the crowd

Mirror Mirror
Tell me why
This reflection
Isn’t mine

Can I be alive again
She asked her reflection
Can I go to heaven
She asked the one considered golden
Can I move on
She asked again
And she kept asking questions

Maybe you should of stayed inside, in bed
It’s not good, all these thoughts in your head
You’ll wonder and wander around till your dead
Stuck and lost, with no escape,  in your head

Maybe then your blood wouldn’t turn to bile
If only you had stayed, at least for a while
But the path you chose, is not error and trial
You’ll just have to wait, to pass, for a while

Maybe if you knew, you’d be happy
At least if you had sight, you could see me
But if we turn the page, it’ll still end sadly
And if only you could hear, you could hear me

Singing to you softly
Your face had a smile
As I watched as you bled
To see you another day

The trees are very nice to me
They block the sun and give me leaves
They let me climb on their limbs
So I can be free

The trees are pretty shy like me
They don’t like others among other things
They shy away from others like them
Sometimes they get along in the end

The trees have nice crowns like me
Mine is a mess but theirs is so pretty
I tell them all the time
They don’t like to share designs

They shy away from each other
And keep their own crowns
Crown shyness, I say
As I feel the same