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NAVIGATION
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There is a stranger across from me,
It feels like I know her,
Her heart is broken I can see,
Its in her eyes.
There is a stranger across from me,
A tear runs down her cheeck,
I ask her whats wrong jsut to see,
But it feels like I am only talk to myself.
There is a stranger across from me,
I reach out to touch her face,
But I feel a cold hard surface how can this be,
Im looking in a miror looking at me. |
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LOOKING IN A MIRROR,
WONDERING WHO THIS PERSON IS STARING BACK AT ME,
BECAUSE I KNOW,
SHE IS NOT ME.
SHE IS THE ONE EVERYONE WANTS ME TO BE,
SOMEONE WHO ISN’T ME,
THE SMART, QUIET GIRL,
BUT TRULY THE SAD, LONELY GIRL.
EVERYONE EXPECTS ME TO BE PERFECT,
WHEN TRULY I CAN NOT,
EVERYONE EXPECTS THE BEST FROM ME,
BUT MY BEST ALWAYS COMES UP SHORT.
I AM NEVER GOOD ENOUGH,
BUT NO ONE CAN SEE,
I AM AS COULD AS CAN BE,
I AM NOT PERFECT YOU SEE.
SO THE PERSON I AM STARING AT NOW,
WITH THE DARK MAKEUP AND FROWN UPON HER FACE,
THIS GIRL,
THIS SAD LONELY GIRL,
THIS IS ME, IN MY TRUE FORM |
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If you were my world, would you let it crumble?
If you were my tears, would you run down my face?
If you were my legs, would you walk away?
If you were my heart, would you let it break? |
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© Sammie
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