A promise is all it took,
I gave you my hand, my fate,
All yours to twist and shape,
Nothing did I ever protest.

Your warmth and relief is what I sought,
And you gave it all to me, to the point I forgot how to see.
You were there, but were you really?
All the conflict and pain you suppressed.

Was it your pain you mirrored over me?
Was it really ever me? Was it all meant for me?
I gave it all to you, just the way you would do...
Then why is it emptier now? Is this not how it's supposed to be?

Is this my worth? Is this what I sought?
Is this what I asked and sought from you?
All because I wanted you to be a please,
A relief, a sort of remedy...
The sweetness of that trust—when did it turn so sour and bitter?

We thought this is how it's supposed to be—
Emptying one another so tenderly.
I turned blind for you, letting myself drown in this.
Did I lose you, or did I lose myself?
An empty bitterness is what we're left with,
After all the sweetness of those promises.

You and I tried so desperately,
Trying to paint something that never really existed.
I followed your lead but didn’t notice the turn ahead.
Pride and ego—when did we turn so blind?

I look in the mirror to see nothing.
I gave myself to you for what I sought,
Still trying to piece together what's left.
Is this really what I sought?