Fun House mirrrors- pictures of the past

These little suicidal questions
written under sleeves
shinging, welcome nooses
hanging from the eeves

Take a stroll with me,
and hold my hand so tight
because for some reason, i can't feel you
and hearts are gripped with fright

Fun-house mirrors mock us
little pictures of reality
take me back to memories
of how easy this used to be

Stop in front of a mirror
I've got your hand in mine
please, note, dear lover,
this moment..it's frozen in time

Liquid obscurity presents its face
and staring back at me
a picture perfect charicture
of how we used to be

Mirror shatters, broken glass
too much like my broken heart
your hand now falls away from mine
so this is how the end will start?