Last I saw of those eyes 
So young inside this hand mirror 
Banished my new hope 
Learning to see the other side of a child's memory 
That's ripping at the seam 
With relative ease I might learn to pretend 
And bury the shame of raining on your dream 
On your dream for me 
Action-figure-sized brutality 
Beside this hand mirror 
Now what you saw I see this time 
Learning to feel what the other might have felt 
In this child's memory 
Ripping at the seam 
With relative ease have I learned too late 
Your just reward, I disintegrate 
From the darker side of me... 
High above ground I already lost what I found 
One final charade I already don't understand what we have made 
I long to find what might hide right in front of me 
The light reflects not what I was expecting to see 
Trial for your one offense 
Life- long the sentence 
Denial of your one defense 
That you gave up your life trying to make amends 
At last I see those eyes again 
So young upon this hand mirror 
Free from all I know 
Learning to see the other side of a child's memory 
Ripping at the seam 
With relative ease I might've tried another way to realize 
A world without the shame and the lies so… 
Unstitch me, strike clean and true 
Pull the string 
From the blanket of everything 
Unstitch me 
Clean and true 
Pull the string 
Dis-integrate me from you 
Unstitch me 
Get it started but 
Without me 
You can't call it everything