The mirrors are caving in
Reflecting cuts within
If i embellish as a fragrant of your memory
Will it hint a side of my chivalry? or just the highlights of my tyranny?
Lately, mornings have been heavy
So i try my best to hide in all of midnights
Hoping daylight won't ever find me

Tell me, how can i break my seal from these starfield of make-believes?
Each hope i own is engulfed in fallacies,
Wishes were all just fantasies
I look unto the sky of the bluest face
As i resonate in shame and disgrace
I sit by the window with a moonlit face
Longing for a time, where woe finally stops coloring me....