Shards of broken mirror on the floor crunching under my naked feet guess I didn't like what I saw guess I wanted to be sure at last. Just to have and to hold just one more time Oh how far left to go before I've gone too far to return? Tear up the script for yesteryear my home feels like a hotel room precious things so many misplaced clutching at straws no matter how short. The path is overgrown my problems now my own some things are just unspeakable.