Broken down waste and a shattered heart sticking to something that once had a soul looking into an empty reflection on the other side of a fractured piece of glass and I've only been able to imagine who I am for such a long time that I can't recall which parts of me are real and which parts are only sewn on from the beautiful nightmares of my bad dreams and its only the sound of your voice and the kindness in your eyes thats keeping the madness in me alive and madness at this point is the only reason I can find to belive in love at all