Retrograde

Tiny wavelets of my feelings
rise up in despair
As my tears touch the ground
Their moisture's everywhere

I have lost count
of the days gone by
My heart still bleeds and skips a beat
Imagining your face

Out that door
Down that road 
Parting ways
Tiring days

The mirror's broken 
by wrong words spoken
(My) reflection is a haze

Heard a voice from behind
Just a thought in my mind
What to show what to hide
Hurting pride hurts inside