Piece of You

Twenty years of questions still un-answered.
Rehearsed this moment in my mind.
Forgotten in an instant.
I still don't know what you're like.


I don't know what you are to me.


I'm a piece of you?
That doesn't seem real.
That futuristic mirror hits it home,
I don't know how to feel.
You're the one who missed out on everytihng.


All these years I've stared at someone else's portrait of you. It seems that there are some colours missing, But I can't figure out which ones.

© ONE DAY ELLIOTT 2003