Oh, How Cold And Treacherous

Hope

Sometimes I wait and plunder, in my own self doubt

I watch with my eyes, my body a force to be known

I stare at the girl, a cruel laugh escaped her untouched and parted lips

She doesn't see what she desires, all her faults elude her hopes 

Don't stare to long, or the mirror might well just crack

My soul feels tarnished and old

Maybe I'm not her, as she is not me but dreams are what she enables 

My soul breaks all the rules, I feel naked and alone with that cold hearted girl

She doesn't feel the cage she has made or the way she is trapped 

Doesn't she know birds have wings to fly, even if its for a little while