Speak to me, my precious… Now tell me what you see… I see a shadow in the corner A shadow of what was me I look into her eyes… Her pain is all so clear I wonder why she shakes like that When anyone gets near I long to hold her close… To wish her fears away And stay with her all through the night Making sure that she’s ok But when I reach out to wards… The desperate girl I see… I find I’m touching glass… And that girl is really me I look into her eyes… I’m shocked by her despair I see her sobbing in her room Her parents unaware Again I reach towards her… The cold glass soothes her pain I know that I must reach her now Before she goes insane But no matter how I try... She’s still on the other side Reaching back towards my hands Yet longing to run and hide And now she looks so broken As I smash the cold hard glass I know that I must reach her… And I know it must be fast I see her falling pieces… Distorted on the floor Contorted in so many ways She’s broken now I’m sure I reach out to the glass… But she’s gone from my own sight I long to find her broken soul I long to put it right But I don’t know how to save her From what I have become I try so hard to call her back When she starts to run Tonight I stare… in the glass… And now I start to see… Both of us come from my heart We’re a shadow of what was me…