Reflection

Looking into the puddle
that resembles broken glass
i can see my face just fall apart

just walking along the streets
reminds me of walking through my past
i can see the message in front of me
nothing good can ever last

even walking in somewhere for shelter from the cold
reminds me of your warm embrace, that has yet to get old
but i can see that you have cut me short
i guess i'm not good enough for your hugs anymore