House of mirrors
You are forever confusing me.
Like a house of mirrors, I never know if I'm seeing the real you.
And though your reflection is just as beautiful, it's hard and cold.
But I constantly wonder: if I were to shatter the glass, would the real you still be standing, or would you completely disappear?
Sometimes I feel like it's better that I just walk away.
Have I always given up this easy? Or have I already waited long enough? I haven't been keeping track.
Like a house of mirrors, I never know if I'm seeing the real you.
And though your reflection is just as beautiful, it's hard and cold.
But I constantly wonder: if I were to shatter the glass, would the real you still be standing, or would you completely disappear?
Sometimes I feel like it's better that I just walk away.
Have I always given up this easy? Or have I already waited long enough? I haven't been keeping track.