Broken Mirror
If you'd be my broken mirror I could be your reflection.
I could be false awakening your deceptions. (Do you trust me?)
I could be the one that puts in your hands the nails,
To tear you apart and leave a trail. (But do I?)
Only I'm in a grave so deep that I have tunnels,
I put to good use my warned out shovel.
Remove all the taste out,
To leave the bitterness to stop the emotions that float about.
Asking me to choose is my last battle...
What will I do for what I want the most or will I let it go let it be just empty prattle?
I can't be the stray that comes back to be fed,
But take me back to your bed.
I could be false awakening your deceptions. (Do you trust me?)
I could be the one that puts in your hands the nails,
To tear you apart and leave a trail. (But do I?)
Only I'm in a grave so deep that I have tunnels,
I put to good use my warned out shovel.
Remove all the taste out,
To leave the bitterness to stop the emotions that float about.
Asking me to choose is my last battle...
What will I do for what I want the most or will I let it go let it be just empty prattle?
I can't be the stray that comes back to be fed,
But take me back to your bed.
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