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A woman struggling to find herself. |
| Mirror front, a woman has died inside She seeks answers from the silhouette you show at her. Years have kissed and left her crying From the tunes of echoes that whisper Which one is me. Reflections or reflection she always sees Multiples, can you lie to save a soul from dying Or would you let her drink in gulps,the bitterness, And heal her later. Reflections, Reflections! What do you see? Yesterday she had a flame for heart Today her frosted breath won't let her other words of forgiveness. Tomorrow will find her standing here, mirror front With bees and butterflies for emotions. Reflections reflection Will you help me chose, which one is me. |