The person in the mirror hasn’t been me for a couple years,
The person in the mirror happens to know all my fears,
The person is the mirror seems relatable.
The person in the mirror has counted all my tears,
The person in the mirror seldom speaks, only hears,
The person in the mirror does hold me accountable.
Is the person in the mirror, the person I've become?
Is the person in the mirror, who I wanted to be when I was young?
Is the person in the mirror just a reflection of who I am?
Because the person in the mirror is the only one that understands.
Is the person in the mirror doing things just for the thrill?
Is the person in the mirror addicted to things that kill?
The person in the mirror cannot remember his own name.
Does the person in the mirror find it hard to recognize?
Does the person in the mirror struggle to look past the lies?
Does the person in the mirror wish their past could change?
Is the person in the mirror, the person I've become?
Is the person in the mirror, who I wanted to be when I was young?
Is the person in the mirror just a reflection of who I am?
Because the person in the mirror is the only one that understands.
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Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
