I’m trying to erase the reflection of your heart from my mirror
It still reflects back to me the pain your disappearance caused
My soul, when life has made me its unwilling slave

Forever it’s such a silly word; I can’t find anything that lasts “for ever” in a life
My memory is like a flower that hides submissive when “end” is the reply
To all the prays I make throughout my lonely time

A memory can never die before the pain is born to ravish souls,
It cannot procreate fresh starts, my broken mirror can’t reflect
Anything more than shattered worlds, a thousand pieces of my fate
Lay scattered on the floor.