You Go That Way, I’ll Go Home

I can't remember what it felt like. Who's this staring back at me in the mirror? Your touch, the warmth is gone, all I see is reflections. We're nothing but reflections
False love is fleeting, and you wouldn't guess it but it's soon forgotten
Tell that to someone like me. I'll say it to my own face. But the only thing staring back at me is an empty body
I feel hollow and beneath this skin is something foreign, something off, something I hate