Reflections - Everon

Tell me how do you think about what I do

About the story you have heard

Tell me why does that man in the mirror not look like me

It all seems so absurd

I only tried to find out

What is wrong with me

Now I stare into these eyes

Of that man in the mirror that once was me

And I cannot believe

That it is real what I see

A broken heart lies on the floor and no one cares about

A man caught behind prison walls is trying to break out

But what I have to know is, if this is all I could expect

Because after all these years I thought you’d owe me some respect

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

That reminds me of you

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

Tell me what to do

Won’t someone tell me what I can do

Ain’t no explanation

I don’t want to put the blame on you

I am not here to try

To turn false into true

I don’t want to argue

I don’t want to apologise

I am here to testify

And that is what I say

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

That reminds me of you

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

Tell me what to do

Won’t someone tell me what I can do

When my castle collapses to sand

When the treasures I hold

Slip right through my hands

Do you know how that feels

I know I should stop to struggle with myself

To ponder and pore over things I cannot change

Whatever you say, whatever you will do

Somehow I am still yours

Although you are acting strange

No miracle cure, no magic boxes

To save me from drowning to rescue me

But I can’t deny that while I stand here

The boat that I am on is sinking into the sea

A broken heart lies on the floor and no one cares about

A man caught behind prison walls is trying to break out

But what I have to know is, if this is all I could expect

Because after all these years I thought you’d owe me some respect

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

That reminds me of you

At the end of each day, there is a hole in my heart

Tell me what to do

Won’t someone tell me what I can do

And so I lay my defences down

When I listen to my heart

I hear the sound of a cold machine

That fills an empty space

Like a clockwork ticking

This is all that I can feel