I look in the mirror
And I see many things
Many things
But not my own self
I don't know who I am anymore
And maybe I never will
Maybe I'm too far gone
And passed the point of return

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PoetryAnd if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?
Point of return
I look in the mirror
And I see many things
Many things
But not my own self
I don't know who I am anymore
And maybe I never will
Maybe I'm too far gone
And passed the point of return