I breathed in as you breathed out.
The rooms empty like the area the room exists in.
There's no door just a mirror and a window.
I would jump, I would leap out that window to get away from this room.
To get away from you.
I'm trapped here though 'cause I have no idea what's out there anymore.
Everything surrounding me, you included, feel fake.
My reflection in the mirror looks fake.
I have to remind myself over and over that even the real is fake sometimes.
My hand is traveling down the white wall, I've blocked out all noises from your mouth.
I've gotten so tired of your voice, I don't wanna hear your call.
Your voice is so enticing though.
It slowly pulls my close, how can I ignore the evil though.
I know what plays in your eyes is a trick.
If you were really the devil, I would be sick.
So this is fine I'm alright, there's nothing to cry about.
