Crucified to the Bed: 2nd Reflection Video (MV)

"I think we should end things," she said
Looking aside, little eyes colored dull
Little lips askew, the faintest hint of a blush
On her cheeks, the cruel little disdain
In her voice, the vacant hole in his
Chest, a gaping maw, a hungry void, a silent
Echo, the violent echoes of solitude among
Friends, the deep longing for another person's
Smile, the deep wish for something
Real, the callous look downward in
Shame, the suggestion of tears in his
Eyes, the blue ocean-sky outside

"Good
It's for the best."

You left
Silence remains in your place
Life has reclaimed what is hers
And yet, here I am.