Mirrors shatter amidst the struggle, cracked reflections; your true colours.
Mirrors shatter amidst the struggle, rippled puddles of your true colours.

Yell at the sun, pray it stands still.
Treasure the love, arch to my will.
Bury the diamonds, so what that I'm gold?
Bury the diamonds; our stories never told.

As passions grow our colours show.

Creep on through the cracks until you can't go back.
Shipwrecked heart, burdened soul.
Still love will keep me whole.