Behind that smile of yours is that bit of fear you tried to fend off years ago.
I don't know why you try to get rid of it, after all the fears here to stay.
You reached out a bit to far, gravity made its mark and now you're falling.
The person in the mirror turned their back and walked away with a smirk.
The pile of leaves uncovered the hole in the ground you dug for yourself.
There's buckets of water slowly filling up what you couldn't.
They don't wait to pour, they don't care that you're in there.
Now you're apart of their mixture of lies.
Were you really there to begin with anyways?
