She looked at me, and said
"Inside I am so lonely, and dead"
Her blue eyes, the same as mine
Both of our lips, desperate for a smile
Hands are shaking, we both know
Our hands, are the lonely one's not meant to hold.

We stared at each other
Longing to connect
We both know, there is no meeting in the middle
"Last year really done me in" she said
"Now there are more days I wish I were dead".

"Oh dear soul, I've really lost my place"
Her hand, my hand touching
Cold like glass
We both pull back, alone again.

"We are not friends"! She screamed
This is not what it seems
It would be wrong of me to stay
We break the mirror, and walk away.