Mirror

Verse 1: In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see, A face from a dynasty, how could it be? A relic of some ancient reign, Why does this visage bring me shame? Pre-Chorus: Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine, Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine? Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Verse 2: Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean, With palms and soles, till all is seen. Scrub away the marks, make it gleam, Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen. Bridge: And there, beneath the meteor’s trail, A lone figure walks, so frail. In the glass, a back turned pale, A silent tale that time will unveil. Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Outro: Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face, Seeking solace in this quiet place. Reflections of a past I chase, In every line, a hidden grace. Verse 1: In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see, A face from a dynasty, how could it be? A relic of some ancient reign, Why does this visage bring me shame? Pre-Chorus: Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine, Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine? Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Verse 2: Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean, With palms and soles, till all is seen. Scrub away the marks, make it gleam, Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen. Bridge: And there, beneath the meteor’s trail, A lone figure walks, so frail. In the glass, a back turned pale, A silent tale that time will unveil. Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Outro: Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face, Seeking solace in this quiet place. Reflections of a past I chase, In every line, a hidden grace. Verse 1: In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see, A face from a dynasty, how could it be? A relic of some ancient reign, Why does this visage bring me shame? Pre-Chorus: Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine, Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine? Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Verse 2: Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean, With palms and soles, till all is seen. Scrub away the marks, make it gleam, Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen. Bridge: And there, beneath the meteor’s trail, A lone figure walks, so frail. In the glass, a back turned pale, A silent tale that time will unveil. Chorus: Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet, I’ll pen another line of defeat. In the bloom of youth, why confess, Such shame that I could not suppress? Outro: Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face, Seeking solace in this quiet place. Reflections of a past I chase, In every line, a hidden grace.