Cold Mirror

Well you’re whisper’s turning cold
And I guess that this is good
To put it all behind
Like a well-adjusted person should

No longer do I see your breath on the mirror
Hard to believe I ever could
But I’d been meaning to put it all behind
Like an unaffected person would

Now used to sleeping in my big old bed alone
Though with time I feel the hardness of the wood
Still strange that everything is only mine
And cooking just for one – that chore I never understood

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