I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Too sharp to put back together.
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
Will make sense when I get better.
Between myself and my reflection.