Yes, the grass is always greener on the other side...And it seems you may pull through, but you won't; you can't. It's only a mirror...

You can look, but you can't touch. Such is the pain of memory and lost time- and as you can see this clock has no hands. Is it dusk or is it dawn?

What does it reflect for you? Where would you rather be? *sigh* The nature of hope and nostalgia... The music, the scents, the lights...It's always quite fun, reminiscing...

War always dresses pretty, and a Heart of Stone could be in fashion. Just pluck it out and plaster it on the wall- there's no real use for it. After all, who can fly with just one wing. Decoration isn't everything, although to some it's sufficient. The heartlessness of it all... Can you really face this mirror?

Painted the face of my best friend somewhere around there- may you rest in peace:
I remember you every day, every single day...

I can still hear the bells for the hopeless trapped in this twilight...