A hallway of mirrors, endless and cold,
Where love’s reflection bends and breaks,
Each step a memory, bought and sold,
The pieces of us that time forsakes.
The glass distorts, my face in tears,
A smile that fades, then comes again,
I walk through moments, lost in years,
Where every joy is prefaced by men.
You whisper softly from a distant frame,
But your voice is just a fleeting sound,
Our love’s a song that’s lost its name,
A record spinning round and round.
The glass reflects a broken face,
Eyes that once shone, now cold and thin,
I walk in circles lost in space,
Trapped in the places you’ve never been.
The hallway stretches, never fun,
Mirrors repeat what we've become,
Distorted truths, no place to run,
Forever trapped in what's undone.
The mirrors stretch, no light, no grace,
Repeating all that's been done and said,
A love that left without a trace,
leaving only shadows in my head.