I take a look
at the shattered
glass and try to
piece together my reflection.
I look myself in
the eyes just trying
to find some direction.
Where did I come from?
Where am I going to?
I know you hate me now,
but it was nice knowing you.
It was nice showing you
a different side of me.
You were like a breath
of fresh air that
allowed me to breathe.
See, it was a long time
since I met somebody new.
And I know I found gold
but didn't have
the heart to dig it through.
Now what am I gonna do?
Lost and alone.
Same time, different year -
guess I should've known.
At first it was fun,
but I guess I got outdone.
I keep on chasing love,
but keep on getting outrun.