They say im wrong, I know im wrong. I whisper to myself before the dreams come for me how wrong I am in the eyes of the one who looks back at me in the mirror. Im here in the morning...wishes left unfulfilled. To the one who's eyes I strip of smiles I apologise...maybe tomorrow the mirrors will claim the wrong in me, maybe even surrender the good in me if I promise to steal a smile from a princess. A paradox of reality…stealing smiles of fair maidens to please the worldly lords who judge the presence of my soul as wrong…wrong to who? I do not know. But they have melted my will and molded me into a sad image, one to be shunned and left for a fool In love. Do not bother your head about me though..I have had eons to plan my escape. Already I reach for the veil between the worlds..to accept myself is to break free of the clouds of fallacy. I am what I am..and you are who I love. Do not shed a tear, lest you miss the sound of glass breaking..and the resurrection of my beating heart..in the right place.
