With my last breath, I begin to pray
That my dark reflection will fade away someday.
I have a soul, but I can’t find it anywhere;
When I look in the mirror, I see nothing there.
One night my reflection reached out to touch the glass;
Then she took hold of it, and through a wall, she passed.
I looked out from the mirror and saw her dark eyes burn;
Coming back every night, she would always return.
What happened to the person who I used to be?
Why is this dark reflection all that's left of me?
I'm only a shadow of who I used to be;
Soon there will be nothing left of me.
I must be blind, for I can't see
The mirror has hidden the truth from me.
I made a mistake. It was an error.
That isn't me in the mirror.
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