The worst kind of loneliness
Is when you crave the company
Of an individual who has yet to exist in your world

The stars aren't as bright as they used to be,
but maybe it's because I don't wish on them anymore.
And I haven't asked the moon for a favour in ages,
but I guess I never got much from it in the first place.
At what cost does love come?

I lost my friends in the sky when you kissed my lips
and whispered the bitter truth that every shooting star is dying.
Sure it was naive to wish on stars
and to wholeheartedly believe
that escapes would reach me by magic of the night.

But my innocence was never yours to rob,
and I wish, upon dying stars
that I had known that before.

Thousands of mirrors,
you're everywhere.
Or is it that i'm everywhere?
Who are you?
Who am I?

The mirrors are shimmering,
nothing could be prettier.
Except that I know it's all a lie.
I dare you to reveal,
you're true self.

The mirrors lost their glow.
Now there are shadows everywhere.
...
*My reflection, the end is coming, you'll see