Sometimes i feel like i could just fade away.
And no-one would notice...

The sound of the single tear
Dripping on to the stone floor...

I sit in this broken home
This broken life...

Laugh
Irony...

The girl inside the mirror
Is staring back at me...

Who am I?
I am your support...

Dead
White...

The red substance dripping to the ground
Drip...

Your standing in front of me, still.
My cheeks streaked with mascara filled tears...

She sits in the room
Surrounded by voices...

Slowly you turn away from me
And start walking...

The silver glint of cold harsh reality
As it draws a line for you...