I've become blinded to my own reflection... Clear beauty miraged by my own self-deception.
You put me on stage as your marionette with stringed limbs pulled at your desire... And I was complacent until the moment I realized... I never needed you as my fucking sire.
My mirror must just be mistaken. It's flimsy glass full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. It just has to be the reason why that the beautiful girl you see... Is nowhere close to the same girl that's appearing only to me.
Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
Like a whisper your memory resides in my mind. So soft and so faded... A ghost stuck in time.
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear...
I close my eyes and try to picture everything that happened in those moments... But time has already begun to blur the details... Swiftly and without condolence.
I almost forgot you until I remembered... You can't be forgotten... Only briefly surrendered.
Sometimes I like to remember the times with you I know we never had...
I as read my books you come across my mind... Causing words to blur and stories to become insignificant. And soon I'm left lost in the pages... Focusing solely on you.