Spoken...

Maybe we could sit out here for half an hour,and speak of what a waste i am,and how my heart skipped a beat again...
Maybe we'll speak about how my life is turned upside down,and the mistakes i made...
Maybe we'll speak about the sadness in my eyes,yet they don't shed a single tear...
Maybe we'll speak about how i messed things up,and how they are turning against me...
Maybe we'll speak about me being alone,and how it's tearing me apart...
Maybe we'll speak about you...
...as you look into the mirror...
...seeing me as your reflection.