Am I just a photograph hanging on your wall?
Not caring if it’s slowly fading
Because it’s better to fade, than not be there at all.
Or am I more like your mirror,
Because when you look you see
The dark reflection,
Your need for a war,
That took me years to ignore.
No, I think where I lie
Is the dirt beneath your feet.
Without me you couldn’t stand,
But you can’t stand the thought of me.
Not caring if it’s slowly fading
Because it’s better to fade, than not be there at all.
Or am I more like your mirror,
Because when you look you see
The dark reflection,
Your need for a war,
That took me years to ignore.
No, I think where I lie
Is the dirt beneath your feet.
Without me you couldn’t stand,
But you can’t stand the thought of me.
tgirly
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