The mirrors i broke them to escape your eyes,every were i turned i got lost in your mind, Foreshadowed events occurring so righteously, the righteous obscure dignity so religiously.., we all make a mockery of truth and belief,there lies the mind upon the tomb and we all know sooner rather then later that you cant escape this room, this room is just a shell of what we all wish we were, can you hear the flutter of butterflys wing causing tidal waves off shore, and the broken silence breaks the glass,as we watch our futures flutter past.
