If only for a moment I choose to glance,
Im subject to that terrible chance
That only we alone might understand what it is we're so capable of.
When I look at you, I cant help but wonder how you ended up so incredibly lost.
Jaded and sedated, a glare aware but medicated is all thats looking back at me. And so this love? Well it isnt only a place, but essential I realize as the salt soaks my face.

When I look in The Mirror Im overcome with disgrace, for the damage I so willingly embrace, is now all too permenant- like a scar sculpts the face: away from the mirror myself I must chase, round and around in life's fatal race.