I cracked the glass,
one too many times,
the mirror shattered,
along with my heart,

mirrors, its true,
they dont lie,
but the person,
can only see,
what they want to believe,

That has given you something to think about,
hasn't it?

Your knife, my back,
It doesnt get any better after that,
My blood, it splatters the walls,
My screams, travel down the halls,
And now you have to drag my body,
down to the river,
Where you can hide your deathly sin,

its okay,
you didnt mean to hurt me, i know, you only wanted to make me bleed
but now I'm dead, *******,
and now I'll haunt you,
until the guilt kills your stupid ***,
and then you'll know,
what it feels like,
to be stabbed,
straight in the back,
with a cold blade,
feels great, huh love

now you're dead,
oh what a mistake I've made,
now we fight even after the grave,
in the place we've called home,
hell, we are in hell,
because of your stupid ***,
now i'll brand you with this coal I found
for you shall pay for the blade that was plunged into my back,
without even a second glance after the deed was done.

Am I speaking clearly?
Or just speaking circles around you
In which are twisting around you,
So tight they cut the skin,
Is this conversation hurting you,
Suffocating you so badly your tounge is getting dry?

And how are the wounds healing from last time we met?
Your wrists look much better, not so worn and dead,
So honey tell me, are you feeling better yet?

Or are my words slicing at your eyes like knives,
Are you lying when you say your fine?
Are my statements eating away at your head,
hollowing out your cheeks so you look half-past dead,
Is it I whom is ******* your life away with every day that passes by?

Will you ever get better?; I hate seeing you this way,
You look as if you might fall over and die, I'll say,
Your lips, they're turning blue, is it me making you this way?

Baby please get better, I'll be so alone if you're dead,
I promise,
I'll never hurt you again,
We'll have a fairytale life,
Baby, I can't wait to call you my wife,
I want you to be mine forever, I'll never let you leave, *ever

There is a touch of gray,
In every silver lining,
So if I say I'm fine,
Theres quite a chance I'm lying,
And on the inside,
I'm dying,

There is a touch of gray,
In every silver lining,
So if I say its all sunny and smiles,
There may be a storm brewing in my eyes,
I may feel like ****,
But it can all be covered with a smile,

There is a touch of gray,
In every silver lining,
So even if I'm smiling,
And my eyes are shining bright,
That doesn't always mean I'm not close to crying,
Look behind the smile,
And see the bit of gray,
I'm always hiding.

Lets go to a magical place,
outside of time and space,

A place where we close our mouths to speak,
and shut our eyes to see,
a place full of magic and mystery,

Such a place doesn't exist you see,
it's all a dream,
completely fictional,
yet look at the beautiful imagery,

Our minds gave us the power to,
think,
but this theory is wrong you see,
because sometimes,
even people with eyes,
can't see,
and people with mouths,
choose not to speak,

It all depends on what you believe.

It's 2:30 AM,
and I'm sitting at this **** table again,

Searching for a reason,
reason for the changing of the seasons,
along with the changing of the wind,
it blows in every direction,
searching for the time of day,

But who really cares anyway?

We're just wasting away with every passing phase,
Ticking away at the moments of the ever so dull day,

Someone, please, take me away!

Shattered mirrors and the illusions they create,
I am no longer sure of who is staring back at me,
maybe its a phase, it'll pass with the wind,
maybe its my demons, fighting me again,
I am no longer sure of who I am,
not sure of my decisions, and whats right, from whats wrong,
I sort of wonder why people think I'm so strong,
for I'm falling to pieces,
and I've hit the floor,
Really don't know who I am anymore,