wallowing in the pain of past misdeeds
wondering where this broken path leads
looking up to find the mirror staring back
wondering what does this reflection lack
still can't tell if I may be the reflection
getting tired of the constant introspection
wodering when this heart will mend
wondering when the turmoil will end
when will the voices be content
when can I start to live in the present
the questions are many, and answers so few
what more must happen before I get my due
what must happen before these dreams come true
and as if by magic, yes it's right on cue
no, not the fairy tale happy ending
but the real life darkness is decending
not quite predictable, but still somehow I knew