seeming stripped of all the faults that you possessed
you possessed... to impresstilted facades are a losing game at best
shattered face, scattered hands, (?) trust, still displacedlet it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incompleteyou know my thoughts aren't hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
ahhhbroken mirror shards laid out and re-arranged
still the same... just re-framedand best reflections you're expecting to receive
the one you seek doesn't ring any bells, so to speaklet it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incompleteyou know my thoughts aren't hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
hard to teach
ahhhlet it spill onto the street
i've no way (?) incompleteand (?) obsolete
incomplete
incomplete
incomplete
incomplete