Papercut Rehearsal.

I'm looking at you through the mirror,
And I see you that you're still shivering.
And to be completely honest,
By the sudden drop of temperature in my chest-
I have a feeling that these words,
Which I've written backwards,
Will never make it past your lips.

...Rehearse the silence,
I'm not sure what to say -
I've never had a name leave a bad taste.
But you roll off of the tongue so easy.
I'm so tempted by fate.
I'm never seen in your dreams,
But dreams torn apart,
Are papercuts mended by sleep.

Slow motion, this movie shot through glass is made.
You're a star, and tonight the skies are flashing-
Like cameras, and you're reflecting light on my face-
And to be completely honest,
For the first time in years, I smile,
And you still seem like a dream I can't accomplish.
A sleep I cannot dream.
A feeling I cannot feel.
...The actress does not finish her first three lines,
And the crowd can't help but to feel dissapointment.

Shh, please - cast your shadow alone in the dark.
I can do this without you;
Living without love.
Oh, please, someone - won't you be proud.
These notes will fold themselves into papercuts,
Temporary like reflections in the dark.
I'm rehearsing,
And I've lost myself in my own words.
I'm rehearsing,
The silence, that I've longed for.
I'm rehearsing,
And you still fail to see beyond your reflection.

I'm looking at you through the mirror,
And I see you that you're still shivering.
And to be completely honest,
By the sudden drop of temperature in my chest-
I have a feeling that these words,
Which I've written backwards,
Will never make it past your lips.