Doormat Lover

The people who want to take chances
Always end up with the people who aren't willing to take them.

Through a dusted mirror of a narrow hallway
She recognizes her mysterious reflection
And wonders about the world.

Music pulls on her heart strings,
And words on a page are like oxygen to her lungs.

The people who fight fear,
Always end up with the people who are defeated by fear.

No common ground has been discovered,
And we are running out of seas.

Droughts progress, the days are running out of weeks.

And a pilot can only stay awake for so long,
And a plane can only fly it's amount of fuel, before ground.

Until the crash, time will pass.
The girl in the mirror will never see clearer
Than the dust on a shard of glass.