When I look in your eyes, I see your heart, surrounded by a wall.
I feel the pain, that once broke you down, and warns you not to fall.
I sense the demons, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the chance to pray.
I hear the prayers, you cry at night, for the memories to stray.
I stand in front of the mirror and look into your eyes, my tears slowly fall, as I realize my lies. I'm sorry I didn't listen, I didn't want to see, the broken soul in the mirror, in reality, is me.
