They don’t know who I am,
not like they used to think
Before it all came apart
Maybe I’ve changed
Maybe I’ve sunk a little lower
When we talk,
nothing seems to make sense
The voices are strained
Like empty glasses
If you knew what I’ve done
If you knew what has happened
Would it change the fact that we can’t…
That we can’t be what we were?
Have I changed that much?
Not even the mirror recognises these scars
And the empty glass cracks at the sight,
letting all the secrets remain lost
No one must know
No one must care that much
Should they?
