Tell me about your future 
Tell me about your past 
Tell me about whatever things 
Were never meant to last

Tell me about the best days 
The best days of your life 
Before you took to bad ways 
With your mirror, cards and knife 

Tell me about your actions 
Where did you go wrong 
Your mirrors now reflect regrets 
Of all the things you’ve done 

Clutching onto straws 
Hidden in stacks of needles...
Hidden in stacks of needles