You are a mirror and I am the things that shatter
You are a labyrinth. I am the endless walking.
You are the puzzle and I am the things that matter.
I cannot speak because nothing hurts tonight
And the world feels quiet. This is a strange kind of talking
Nothing hurts. It is wrong to feel so right
There is no you. I have found my own perfect me
I will be awake forever, thinking and rocking
And nothing hurts. This is how it should be.