recover from the tragedies of life   superstition, a scar you've left to show   opinions are shot down   wishes will no longer be made   mistakes reveal those forgotten memories   drying up into the tears you've never shown   a soul shatters, falling towards your bed for tears, lining up one by one   whispers trapping your thoughts from being heard   eyes look into themselves as the mirror shatters   escape, a question once asked to the barrel of a gun   six chances now to break away,   your wish to be forgotten has already been made   recover from tragic memories,   a broken promise is all you have to hold in your hands   as the tears you've never shown rain down into your pool of gold