I'm Not a Ghost

Sorry if I'm cold,
I just don't want to see you crying in the morning,
Not that you will for me

While holding you tight,
Your mascara smeared,
You broke free from my touch

I seek for understanding,
I fought for myself
But then the feeling was long gone
and you were there

You're looking in the mirror
with all your insecurities
I couldn't help but shatter your dreams