A hall of distorted mirrors is what I gaze into
When I try to sort out my problems
A reflection that rings perceivably clean and clear
But theirs something I’m just not getting
The wishing well is all but dried up and theirs no hope left
With muscles taught its difficult to read her emotions
But her mind is made up and the statement is made
Like a weight lifting the pressure from her chest and shoulders
She will not retract her statement towards me
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
And I’m gazing into hall of distorted mirrors
I can’t seem to realize what is happening
I think I’ve thrown these pebbles
Against her windowsill for long enough
And now their dents have become cracks
While the dogs bark into the moon
And the neighbors they turn on their lights
I should really realize when no means no
Thorns could pierce above my beloved head
Like Jesus and his suffering I’ve endured pain for long enough
No longer want the pain of your suffering
To dampen and worsen the already depressing sadness
Of my current mood
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
No second chances or opportunities lurk around the corner
And I’m gazing into a hall of greatly distorted mirrors
Unable to pinpoint where my problems are
Wait any longer and she’ll call the cops
Or worse her older brother
To teach me a lesson
When she says she doesn’t want to see my
Around this neighborhood anymore
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
A hall of distorted mirrors is what I gaze into
When I try to sort out my problems
A reflection that rings perceivably clean and clear
But theirs something I’m just not getting
The wishing well is all but dried up and theirs no hope left
With muscles taught its difficult to read her emotions
But her mind is made up and the statement is made
Like a weight lifting the pressure from her chest and shoulders
She will not retract her statement towards me
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
And I’m gazing into hall of distorted mirrors
I can’t seem to realize what is happening
I think I’ve thrown these pebbles
Against her windowsill for long enough
And now their dents have become cracks
While the dogs bark into the moon
And the neighbors they turn on their lights
I should really realize when no means no
Thorns could pierce above my beloved head
Like Jesus and his suffering I’ve endured pain for long enough
No longer want the pain of your suffering
To dampen and worsen the already depressing sadness
Of my current mood
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
No second chances or opportunities lurk around the corner
And I’m gazing into a hall of greatly distorted mirrors
Unable to pinpoint where my problems are
Wait any longer and she’ll call the cops
Or worse her older brother
To teach me a lesson
When she says she doesn’t want to see my
Around this neighborhood anymore