House of Broken Mirrors
Reflections of Redemption: Theresa Gorella's Haunting Journey in the House of Broken Mirrors
Lyrics
I found more glass on the floor from a year of breaking shit
I discovered more broken glass on the floor, a result of a year of destructive behavior.
I turned my phone off cos I got stuck on photos of you
I turned off my phone because I became emotionally stuck looking at pictures of you.
I have to fix all my fuck it"s they're catching up with me, yeah
I need to address and fix the consequences of my careless attitude, as they are catching up with me.
It's s'posed to work itself out I've waited far to long now
Things were supposed to resolve themselves, but I've waited for too long, and it hasn't happened.
I'm left hung on a word
I feel emotionally suspended by a single word.
But now my vision is blurred
My vision is now unclear or distorted.
In this house of broken mirrors
In the metaphorical "house of broken mirrors" that I constructed with my own hands.
That I've built with my two hands
I hardly recognize the reflection of my face in these shattered mirrors.
I hardly recognize that face that's staring back
I try to remember who I used to be.
I try to remember
I tied my pain to the bed post but I never cut it clean
I metaphorically tied my pain to a bedpost, but I never fully let it go.
It's getting hard to admit but I feel like a fool
It's becoming difficult to admit, but I feel foolish in my actions or decisions.
I know I'm still somewhere in here I feel but I never see
I know I still exist within myself, but I struggle to recognize or acknowledge it.
I lost it in the fallout I don't know where I stand now
I lost something important during a conflict, and now I'm unsure of my position or identity.
When was it misunderstood
There was a point in time when my intentions or feelings were misunderstood by others.
You know I'd change some things if I could
If I could, I would change certain aspects of my past.
In this house of broken mirrors
In the symbolic "house of broken mirrors" where I desire what seems unattainable.
Where I want what I can't have
I hardly recognize the scars on my hands caused by the broken mirrors.
I hardly recognize the lines cut in my hands
Yeah I don't recognize the face thats staring back
I don't recognize the person reflected in the shattered mirrors.
I try to remember
I try to remember who I used to be.
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