recover from the tragedies of life

superstition, a scar you've left to show

opinions are shot down

wishes will no longer be made

mistakes reveal those forgotten memories

drying up into the tears you've never shown

a soul shatters, falling towards your bed for tears, lining up one by one

whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard

eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters

escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun

six chances now to break away,

your wish to be forgotten has already been made

recover from tragic memories,

a broken promise is all you have to hold in your hands

as the tears you've never shown rain down into your pool of gold