Why does the mirror lie in my presence?
Why does the mirror lie?
Because now I know who I really am;
The old me said goodbye.
Why doesn't the mirror show in return?
Why doesn't the mirror show?
Because my skin has found another sin,
And now it won't say hello.
Why does the mirror lie in my presence?
Why does the mirror lie?
Because now I know who I really am;
The old me said goodbye.
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Maybe This Is Me
PoetryMy brains, my blood, my heart, my friends. It's all I've got. *note* I have something like this already called "Consider Me Dead", But I wanted to start over... take out some things/add things. So, jst to let you guys know.
