We'll always be children playing with matches
senseless to the dangers
naive to our emotions
I ache in thoughts
I wither in my perception
things to come, time to leave?

Shadows and echoes down this corridor
memories and dreams encased in glass
my face
my reflection
my judgement
this shiny layer prevails before me
lying
so deceitful
convincing me that I remain as cold
as hard
as the portrait before me.

I close my eyes
I feel you beside me
I know you
I know you believe in me
even if its just for now
I am loved.

Keep striking matches
we will walk through this fire
together we may not be burned.