Broken mirrors all around
fractured pain without a sound
looking for the answers now
can't find them in here...
Hall of mirrors shards of glass
just reflect the broken past
images of my broken dreams
why am I still here?
Damaged goods, yes, now I see
didn't realize you were in me
abused beyond reality
broken forever I fear...
Living now is just a dream
lost in misty tears I scream
why oh why, could I not see
why am I still here?
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