"Guilty," she cried as the looking-glass shards
Scattered around her like sick butterflies
Blood on her hands and a void in her eyes
She is sinking

Memory fading, Conscience unclear
Fled with the years
She has been trading life's mysteries
for illusion, the forest for withered trees

Where have they gone, all the promises?
Countless futures you held in your hands?
Writing out your soul to a silent crowd
Selling your wings for a smile or a kind word

"Empty," she said as the looking-glass shards
Glistened like teardrops in desert-dry eyes
Blood on her face and a void in her heart
She is waiting

Meaning is fading, purpose unclear
Turned into fear.
She has abandoned her destiny's course
for endless circles, the story for hollow words

Where have they gone, all the promises?
All the countless futures you held in your hands?
Writing out your soul to a silent crowd
Selling your wings for a smile or a kind word

"Patience," she plead as the looking-glass shards
Sparkled and wavered like snowflakes of sound
Blood on her path and a void in her life
She is sleeping