I have been searching in this crowd of empty faces
Following the sound of your voice
Tripping over the imperfections scattered around me
Dodging flailing arms as the crowd surges with regret

            .  .  .   bLaCk OuT .  .  .

Falling onto the hardwood floor that was once our love
I can no longer hear you calling to me
Struggling to stand on what feels like broken ground
My soul is shattered
I'm starting to recognize these empty faces
As they belong to my own soul
I am surrounded by mirrors