Mirror Images.

She's waiting, she's been waiting, It's been a while, he wont show
She's breaking, she's been breaking, It's been sometime, why stop now?
He's watching, he's been watching, how much time? She didn't start now;
She turns around and he's there; mirroring her, he knew somehow.

He was waiting, he'd been waiting, he watched, Her date didn't show.
He was breaking, he was broken, it had been sometime, he couldn't stop now.
He was turning away, he's been drifting that way, he was going to start now;
She turned around, noticed him there, mirroring her, she knew somehow.

He's been there all along, he'd seen through her cut marks;
She'd seen through him all along, not caring he cared it hurt.
All he wanted was for her to turn and see what he could give:
All she wanted was for someone, love, a reason to live.

She'd been here before, she knew how it all played out, it still hurt.
He'd been here before, he knew, she too, she knew how it got.
She'd planned to go home and cut and cut until the numb came;
But the look in his eyes, the love, was light on her dark lane.

If only she'd looked sooner, noticed more, worried less;
He liked her, hell, loved her, and she hated herself less.
He made her know, it wasn't her, just them, their fault;
She made it known, it was just him, he was hers no doubt.

So you and I are mirror images, of hopeful hopelesses.
But maybe the cause of the tears and the hopelessness:
We're looking the wrong way, expecting showers in desert.
But the question remains, which way do we look?