Her Love was like a mirror, reflecting truth
You cannot change what's real,
only sculpt or shape the view.
You can cut off what you don't like,
and cover what you do.
With razors, scissors, make-up, and clothing we improve.
Beneath it all we're naked,
weak,
defenseless,
there's not a thing, that we can do.
With the mirror shattered, we see ourselves in every shard:
a sadder,
scattered,
smaller we,
with nothing left to lose.
I Just wanted to fix it,
but i never found the pieces,
or a way to make them fit.
My hands and eye's are bleeding,
from rearanging it.
I Just want to see myself agian,
to hold you close at night,
to be your mirror once and then,
to show you what's inside...
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