Watching, as I turn away.
I see my life crumble beneath me.
Your eyes wonder if I'm okay,
disguising my aching voice discretely.
And I see myself in the mirror.
My reflections crying; still I grin.
Mostly because I fear her,
Rain from her eyes, storms setting in.
I wish I could touch her,
So badly to caress her face.
I just want to hug her,
and prove she is no disgrace.
But still I stand,
a thin shield between her and i.
And she understands,
why I cannot cry.
She feels the same hurt,
she bleeds the same blood,
she wears the same skimpy skirt,
she tracks the same mud.
She expresses the same thought,
I see in her face.
She seeks what I sought,
She feels out of place.
Reflections and shadows,
Horns and halo's.
I don't want to live,
I don't want to die.
She doesn't want to give,
her secrets inside.
I don't want to grow,
she doesn't want to hide,
I just want to know,
why is she stuck inside?
My poor reflections, chained by shadows of hate.
I dream to hold you, both our lives been raped.
Let me through this empty fate,
Why can't I touch you? Maybe you'd break.
