I look at myself in the mirror and I can see the face of you,
You were supposed to be the heart of me; I was supposed to be the heart of you,
You were etched in my mind, my own shadow even couldn't compete,
Now there’s no sign of me and there’s no sign of you.

It was supposed to be simple, it was supposed to be straight, it could have been anything, anything but lies, deceit and hate.
If I had a chance to make it right, I’d rather let it pass me by,
I can’t go through the drama again; nothing I ever do can change my ever changing fate.