TRIGGER WARNING If you suffer from depression, Borderline Personality Disorder or a similar mental condition it's maybe good advice to not listen to this song. You have been warned!!! ============================================================================ "Good afternoon doctor." "Good afternoon. Let's begin. Tell me, when you feel joy, what is it like for you?" "It's... blinding. Like staring directly into the sun. I'm soaring, completely weightless. In that moment, nothing bad has ever happened." "I see. And the sadness?" "It's a trench. A bottomless, black trench. It's not just rain, it's an ocean, and I'm at the bottom of it, with no air." "And the rage?" "It's a fire. A white-hot fire that wants to burn the whole world down to ash. And it always starts with me." "It sounds as though you're living inside a shattered mirror. Each shard reflects a different, intense image, but you can never see your whole self at once. For today's session... I want you to give each of those reflections a voice. Don't analyze. Just-- sing." Sunrise paints the window pane a hazy shade of gold Dancing in the kitchen like I'm never growing old I'm helium inside a balloon, just about to break away I swear that I could touch the moon and live to see another day But a flicker in the light, a shadow starts to creep A promise that this perfect high is one I'll never keep I'm just the splinters of a mirror scattered on the floor Each one shows a stranger that I've never seen before One reflects a burning sun, one reflects the pouring rain A thousand shattered versions of my pleasure and my pain The ceiling is an iron sky, the sheets are made of lead Replaying every failure on a loop inside my head The silence is a monster here, it's breathing down my neck A lonely, forgotten passenger on a slowly sinking wreck Who is the woman in the glass? The one who's in control? The healing stream, the breaking storm, the warring for my soul? I'm reaching for a steady hand behind my own two eyes But all I see are warring ghosts, a terrible disguise "So tell me about your inner demon." There's venom on my tongue tonight, and claws behind my smile I'll burn your little paradise and laugh there for a while I am the howl within the storm, the fury and the blight So don't come close, you foolish thing, I feed upon the light I'm just the splinters of a mirror scattered on the floor Each one shows a stranger that I've never seen before One reflects a burning sun, one reflects the pouring rain A thousand shattered versions of my pleasure and my pain "What is it to feel hope?" Another shard appears, it's shimmering and clean A hand that wipes a tear away from a face I've never seen She is the quiet, hopeful bloom that waits for early spring She begs the demon to lay down its awful suffering One is a trauma from the past, one's a chemical mistake A happy girl, a lonely soul, a heart that's bound to break My brain's a broken prism that is splitting up the light Into a burning, awful day and a cold and endless night I'm just the splinters of a mirror scattered on the floor Each one shows a stranger that I've never seen before One reflects a burning sun, one reflects the pouring rain A thousand shattered versions of my pleasure and my pain! "So, how do you feel?" "I feel lighter... Quieter... It's... it's the first time they've all been in the same room without screaming at each other. They were just singing... together." "Good... The first step to piecing the mirror back together... is acknowledging every single shard."
