Through The Mirror
Through the mirror,
I see my reflection,
But it's not quite the same,
It's cold and harden.
Then i begin to change,
I'm not quite the same,
somewhere deep inside,
I'm filled with shame.
I know i shouldn't have done it,
but you broke my heart
and i felt like no one should have you,
so i tore you a part
Limb by Limb,
i tore and burned,
Now you are gone,
If anyone was concerned.
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