Though it’s really not my business
I really have to say
That I’m rather disappointed
That you’ve treated her this way.

Do you realize that you’ve done it?
That you’ve forced her heart to cry?
Surely you’re oblivious
But I can’t just pass on by.

Do you profit from her weakness?
Gain points for all her pain?
Or do you find this all
Just one big light-hearted game?

Surely I’m mistaken–
I won’t let myself doubt you–
Because surely it was not your goal
To rip her heart in two.

Though I must admit it’s difficult
To avert my eyes from facts,
There must be an explanation,
Yet searching has its tax.

She’s starting to grow tired;
She’s sick of swimming in her tears
And every hour that trickles by
Adds fuels to her fears.

Slowly time will heal her wounds
And then you’ll come to see
That the inside the broken mirror
Is the broken face of me.

And soon all that’s left to look me back
With harsh and ugly eyes
Will be the cold and sharp and bitter truth
Revealed by all your lies.