• Clear crystal tears drip down her fragile face.
    I want to ask her what's wrong, but she's in another place.
    Her world is so broken, the light is all gone.
    She turns toward the wall, not wanting to see the dawn.
    She slowly gets up and walks toward the mirror.
    I'd tell her it's okay, the problems will disapear
    But my words get stuck, because her eyes blaze back at me
    And it's no longer her I see.
    It's me.