Mirror
A look in the mirror to face the fear
I can’t stand the monster who leers
Back from the glass and into my eyes
It bids the bile to rise.
I fight it back but it always wins
Reminding me of all my sins.
Sluggish and cruel, it rules my life
Why is it so impossible to end this strife?
Would it be possible if I had a knife?
I can’t stand the monster who leers
Back from the glass and into my eyes
It bids the bile to rise.
I fight it back but it always wins
Reminding me of all my sins.
Sluggish and cruel, it rules my life
Why is it so impossible to end this strife?
Would it be possible if I had a knife?
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