I walked  thru the door you had left open
                into a hall of mirrors you call your heart
where cracked reflections of a distorted me
               watch shards drop as frames fall apart

I tried to search for your true center
               but I must've waited far too long
the light that followed me blinded you
               and your shadows became too strong  

they covered our dreams in black tar
                after you presented them framed in polished gold
you whispered about a beautiful world to come
                same one you had already sold

to the silhouette in your shaded mind's window
                the one who keeps your spirit fading in
over the graveyard of lost loves
                that is now your sacred garden of sin

well I hope you two will be happy
                in the dungeons of forgotten hate
And I never meant to lie to you
                when I said you were my soulmate

you had the chance to be happy with me
                if you had simply chosen it, but no never
now I'm at that open door again
                walking out and closin' it . . . forever  . . .