Like a reflection in a mirror,
I can touch you but I can’t feel you,
I like to imagine you’re there in my reflection, beside me.
I like to pretend your arms are around me again,
But all I see is this empty room.
Why did you disappear, where have you gone?
One minute you’re there, the next you’re not,
Lurking like a sombre shadow just out of reach.

I reach out and you’re not there.
You’re never there.
I was always naïve.

I wish I could take back the past.
I wish I could take back all the bloodshed.
The cold heart’s blood running still,
Like a piercing through the soul.
I feel the coldness seep through my skin like rain.

You’re 2-dimensional, a figment of my imagination,
The only memories that keep you alive are those of your death.
You’re like a guilt-stricken spirit plaguing me.
You’ll keep haunting me until my blood runs as still as yours.
You’re cruelly taunting me from your home in my head
And your shadow on the walls,
Watching as I sleep from the realms of the mirror.
Just leave me be. Stop tainting my dreams.

I reach out and you’re not there.
You’re never there.
I was always naïve.

I wish I could take back all those words.
I wish I could take back all the bloodshed.
The cold heart’s blood running still,
The mind-numbing chill of your blood on my hands.
I feel your life ebb away through the floorboards.

The ambience is slowly strangling me,
A choking aura of silent fear and absolute loathing,
The vengeful bloodlust, a mirror of myself.
I want to return to before I became this monster,
But no-one can change the past.
I want to return to those happy times,
Those times I was with you.
But I only return to my demented reality.

I reach out and you’re not there.
You’re never there.
I was always naïve.

I was always naïve…
Until I became this beast.
The instinct rushed through me like a terrible disease.
And left you cold in my arms.