#1
The lepers and martyrs can see through the blinds,
But only my reflection can tell me what's mine.
Maybe I'm just scared of what I might find,
I need myself to tell me what's mine.

Staring into the mirror, a moment is all I can take,
If I look any deeper, I feel I might break.
This facade of a smile is nothing more than a fake,
And now I must sleep in the bed that I make.
(Solitude is a confinement that I just cannot shake)

Please darling, can we just press rewind?
But only my reflection can tell me what's mine.
Maybe I'm just scared that you'll pay me no mind,
I need myself to tell me what's mine.

This lack of control is a glass casing,
And your damaged hands have got my heartbeat racing.
These past 5 years have been icy and rigid,
But I've never been more in love with your broken image.
(Seeing is believing, while your vision is vivid)

Now I stare at the sky to give me a sign,
But only my reflection can tell me what's mine.
A permanent marker will draw me the line,
I need myself to tell me what's mine.

I fell back in love with a broken image. x4


There you have it, my first attempt in quite a while at a true "song"; With chorus and all. Also, the first writing I have ever done that does not hide behind metaphors and cheap "imagery". I feel it could be much better if I actually tried, but I am tipsy and don't care enough. Enjoy?