Defective

The mirror turns around,
instead of a reflection, I see a defection
It haunts me everyday, putting questions in my mind.
Questions I know the answers of, but solutions I'll never find.

Is it wrong to lie to yourself?
Even if what you say is the truth?
Why does something so easily done,
Have to give me heartaches at night.

Nothings broken, Nothings dead.
There are no voices inside my head.
Yet something is very wrong with me.
I know what it is, but its stronger than me.

If you could see the future,
knowing what went wrong,
Would you change anything?
Or for that moment of happiness

Would you let it all crumble?

My heart isn't broken, my heart isn't sad.
But its beating itself to death.
The screws are tight, the pieces all in place.

Its willing to beat until the very end
even if it can't fulfill its duty.

For the Ocean eyed mistress
My heart will remain

Defective