The image I mirror 

It breaks down and cries 

Another reflection 

Without a disguise 

I no longer see

Any soul in these eyes 

The fairest of alls badly cracked 

They stripped out my innards 

To get to my core 

Trampled over ambitions 

To even the score 

Sent me back with an invite 

To knock on death\'s door 

The fairest is barely intact 


Nothing left 

But your breath 

Bringing warmth 

To my frost 

Nothing left 

But the heat 

You provide 


Nothing left 

But your breath 

on the lines

It had crossed 

All that\'s left 

Ebbs and flows 

With the tide