I dont mean for this,
I dont want you to cry...
The water is murky and the mirrors are steamed
The clocks striking twelve, but it isn't a dream...
Running....
Searching...
As I sleep
Memories creep...
Am I happy?
Or am I just pretending to be...
I was born into a broken home,
To a place I have spent many nights alone...
Someone come get me...
Pick up all my pieces...
There's this girl in the mirror i look to,
when everything seems to be wrong...
You're just pointing fingers at someone to blame.
Someone to convict, a prisoner in a cage...
I'm caught inside a looking glass
My reflection staring back...
You bite my fingers trying to get me to move
But my eyes and my heart tell me there's nothing...
Many desires fill my heart that'll never come...
but I still believe in them...