Stop and stare,
At the mirror...
You can see me there,
without an error...
I am your mind,
Its true...
But not your kind,
No no...
I am the voice that you hear,
I am the lies that you fear,
I am the choice that you make,
I am the noise that you hate...
I know the truth and lies,
Fluorescent like the fire flies,
In the night sky flickering,
Like the candle's end,
into nothing....
Stop and stare,
At the life behind...
You're not scared,
For what you've done...
Please take care,
the life in front...
Cuz I wont be there,
to confront...
Am the unborn you...
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