The Mirror
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...A broken mirror means seven years of being unhappy...
I smashed it into a thousand pieces the day you left me
Because what could be worse than not havin you by my side
Losing you, on who I relied, even took away my pride
Calling you all day and night,was begging you on my knees
But you avoided me like I got a contagious disease
Lost the ability to think, my back against the wall
No matter how hard I'll fall,I remain your naive thrall
Would've given up everything for some of your affection
I just wasn't ready to accept your bitter cold rejection
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Months have passed but the feeling of failure has last
Becoming a loner,building up a tremendous contrast
The will to fight is gone for I cannot change my fate
The growing hate towards myself for the mess I create
Now I lay here in this puddle of blood,filled with pain
Take a bit and push it against my skin,cutting my vein
Why try to look if there's a reflection I can't stand?
Only have myself to blame that things didn't go as planned
When I'll confront the mirror,will I be able to see
the once so comforting image of the girl I used to be?
If you don't understand...don't vote please...the element of the mirror is present throughout the whole thing but if you don't see it, ask me first!
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