I walk the same rooms,
drifting through the same world
even though in between
I don't know if I'm me
or if it's just a dream that looks like reality
or if reality's reality at all
who dreamed who, the girl or the king
who went through, my reflection or me
Who were you, what was the worth of your tears
I thought I knew the name,
like an echo from the years
Broken chains and promises crushed like petals underfoot
Things pass by so quick I don't get a second look
Mice in the cellar, mice under the bed