And we stretched our arms out far,
Like a thin small piece of thread.
You were holding onto your life.
While I'm the only one who's trying,
To stop you from letting go, of the rope.
I realized when we hug, we stretch.
Trying to reach other, from the other side.
I've been trying to breathe, but I can't.
And you were looking at me in the mirror,
My own reflection, watching me as I cry.
Have I ever told you it was hard?. Too see,
Your parents cry, and tell you, it was okay.
Every "hey are you okay" or the "stop being
weak".
Trust me, I tried holding onto the rope,
I can feel the small strands cutting off.
The girl I tried so hard to hold onto..
Was just me, in the mirror.
