Cracks in the glass, like the cracks in my smile
Every truth I buried’s been bleeding for a while
Mirrors whisper secrets I tried to ignore
Your face in the shadow behind every door
I reach out my hand but it’s cold to the touch
The ghost of who I was, I don’t recognize much
My pulse is a riddle in the silence of night
I’m haunted by echoes of losing the fight
Every fragment shows a different side of me
A stranger’s eyes staring back so hopelessly
Shattered reflections, lying on the floor
Pieces of a heart you don’t claim anymore
I see my fears in the silver and dust
A memory of love now crumbled to rust
Shattered reflections, broken and bare
Catching the light like a silent prayer
If I could mend what’s been torn in two
Would the glass still show me next to you?
I trace every fracture like a map of the pain
Where your voice used to calm me like the quiet after rain
Now thunder keeps rolling in the halls of my chest
Every beat a reminder that I gave you my best
The frame’s still standing though the picture is gone
And I’m left wondering how to carry on
Was it weakness to love or strength to let go?
I’m stuck in between what I’ll never know
Every fragment shows a different side of me
A stranger’s eyes staring back so hopelessly
Shattered reflections, lying on the floor
Pieces of a soul you don’t want anymore
I see my hopes in the silver and dust
A promise we made now faded to rust
Shattered reflections, broken and bare
Catching the light like a silent prayer
If I could mend what’s been torn in two
Would the glass still show me next to you?
Maybe the cracks are where the light gets in
Or maybe they’re scars from every sin
I’m standing in ruins of what used to be
Trying to find the last trace of me
If I bleed on the edges, will they make me whole?
Or cut deeper into an already fractured soul?
Shattered reflections, scattered like rain
Pieces of yesterday drowning in pain
I see my heart in the silver and dust
Begging to rise from the ashes and trust
Shattered reflections, broken and bare
Still catching light like a silent prayer
If I let go of the ghost of you
Will the mirror show someone new?
Cracks in the glass, but I’m learning to see
There’s beauty in the broken pieces of me
Stan716234og
