I cannot compare myself to you,

in all of your honesty and

well why do you sell yourself short?

I guess it all comes back in the end.

In your blank eyes,

I see my reflection is a ghost,

dotted with your tears and I

can’t help but swallow myself whole.

There’s just too much of you

that you have lost.

I can’t help but think

it was all your fault.

There’s just too much happening,

and all of it is wrong.

I can’t understand why you left

when I just had let you in,

and you had me believing,

that I could start to feel again.

In your empty smile,

I hear the demons take your words.

They twist your tongue and I

am left hearing all that I’ve already heard.

There’s just too much of you

that you have lost.

I can’t help but think

it was all your fault.

There’s just too much happening,

and all of it is wrong.

I don’t how long this has been going on,

but how can I trust the hands

and the heart

that have led me to acknowledge

that I’m still falling apart?

All I see when I look at you

is my reflection in the dark.

There’s just too much of you

that you have lost.

I can’t help but think

it was all your fault.

There’s just too much happening,

and all of it is wrong.