taking slow steps through the wall
maybe should I taken the door
now have I lost my direction
I cant hear you calling my name

I take a look in the mirror
it's so frighten me that
the reflection is missing
I start to scream is this only a dream?

picture our love as a piece of art
I want to rip it out of the frame
as you did with my heart
but all that came out from your hands was butterflies
that you produce with all your lies