Through a Broken Mirror
Through your eyes I see reflection
Through your heart I see a soul
Through your heart you keep and love us
Through your eyes you know the world
But through me you'll see nothing
In myself there is no life
You can hold me, hug me, keep me close
But all you're doing is hurting yourself
'Cause I'm not the person you take me for
Unseen, unheard and nothing more
There's nothing fascinating
Nothing wonderful to see
There is none of that specialness you think you see in me
I am a broken mirror
A simple shard of glass
Shattered, scattered
Hoping that I'm lost
And I can only hope that soon you'll see
There's nothing great or special in me
And I'm just that
Just sharp-edged glass
But why is it you?
From which I feed, of which I need?
Why do you take me for something more?
Why is it you who sees more to me…
Than just some broken mirror?