Where art thou, who loves my appearance?
Where art thou, who knows my pain?
Where art thou, who knows what there's to gain?
I am here, here loving your beauty
I am here, here to take a away your agony
Knowing you wont be an escapee
Escapee? but how can you not label me as such?
I run from life, soon to make mine disappear.
Disappear? Oh no, no, no!
You shall not leave this world my dear.
But how can you love one that is not yet perfect?
I have years to go, yet I cannot make it
I am soon to go, soon to split
Split in half, not longer whole am I
But not all has gone awry..
You have me.
You have my understanding shattered pieces.
This will never go away
I will be who I am today,
forever,
Until the last drop of blood leaves my face
And my body turns cold.
But Darling,
You are not yet old!
You have everything to obtain,
yet you ask, "What is there to gain?"
Whilst there's a whole world of mystery...
It's too late, I am history.
I will never look like Them.
No one will ever see who I am..
On the inside.
But honey, they all lied!
You don't have to be like anyone else,
You are who you are, you are unique,
As for life, you are at its peak.
But I've tried and tried,
and all I've done is cried.
Nothing has been accomplished.
My life is nothingness.
I cannot but repeat myself.
I fear for your overall health.
I fear there is nothing I can do
For the meaning of life,
You misconstrue.
Then tell me, sweet friend,
what do I look like to you?
Oh Mirror, What have I been searching for all this time?
Who am I Mirror?
Who am I?
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