I'm writing down all my reasons to write you off. 

I had to stop for lack of air. 

One was fair and a hand full was enough, 

but you know it doesn't stop there. 



I ask around, but no one ever really knows you. 

They came to me one by one. 

All they said was you had the same name, but a different face. 

Different person all together. 



Twenty-twenty looking back. 

Were you ever really there? 

I doubt you ever were. 

Disappear without a trace. 

When you find your looking glass shattered, 

broken all away, I hope that you will learn, 

broken pieces help you see.