So we stand   On this broken mirror,   Wishing that the bad luck   Would end my stay here.   But I still remain   Amongst the ruined panes.   Breathing in the slivers,   And calling out your name.   And I press onward,   Into oblivion.   Now I'm fuckin' plastered,   I'm lyin on the floor.      So I'll try.   Whats the point   Of leavin   If you're always   Gonna be there?   And, I   Wanna know   When you're leavin.   So I'll always   Think back.   I'm gone tomorrow...   Can you forget   What we've done   In this   Time?