You're the flicker of a streetlight, the setting sun as it breathes its last light and falls behind the trees, the cries of the desperate, the hungry, the homeless.
My heart prayed to you last night. I reached out my arm, and felt around in the dark. I felt nothing.
Some nights my heart still prays to you, but my heart's song is crushed by the ever present weight of your sculpted world as it seeps into my sheltered reality.
Do you have a soul? or did she hear our cries and divorce herself from your empty love?
Did she die with my heart's song? or did you corrupt your soul, and absorb her into your shadowed world?
Somewhere in your darkest corner exists a mirror version of me, a reflection of my being. He looks back at me with laughing eyes.
I am powerless, bound to become my mirror self. Because we all walk straight into your mouth as you pull it away and I fall into the night.
And as you walk away from the bodies on the floor, you point and jeer.
Until I wake up and your face contorts into a smile to sing some more lies.
Because every time the sun sets you haunt my dreams with false promises and words to hollow even to be called lies.
And every time it rises again, you die. So tell me, tomorrow, when will my hope die with you, and become
And every time it rises again, you die. So tell me, tomorrow, when will my hope die with you, and become Just another today?