I know every scar on my body.
I might not make it, but I'll find my way
Across this desert to no where,
I'll get there someday.
I try, I try to make it alive.
But life support keeps me still.
Am I asleep? I couldn't tell.
This nightmare in my head is living Hell.
What has my reflection become?
Should I dropp the mirror and run, run, run?
Run from myself,
Escape with a last breath.
I'm a danger to the world,
In which nobody knows.
They may look my way, but they'll never see.
This rose died in my hand.
It smelled so sweet, now of death.
I know, I've tried. They'll always be lies.
Life is a truth yet unfound.
In-es-cap-able.
From this body within my soul.
Wishing upon the glow in the dark,
Coal as white as snow.
A mirror spray-painted over...
What has my reflection become?
Should I dropp this mirror and run, run, run?
Run from myself,
Escape with a last breath.
I'm a danger to the world,
In which nobody knows.
They may look my way, but they'll never see.
I'll run, run, run from myself.
It's all I got left to try...
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