Monday Confessions of Half the World

October 25, 2011
The girl in the mirror is scratching my eyes.
Begging me, begging me, “Tell them. Please.”
Do you believe me?
Do you believe me?

The girl in the mirror is sick of goodbyes.
Telling me, telling me, “Keep them. Please.”
Will you stay with me?
Will you stay with me?

The girl in the mirror is telling me lies.
Promising, promising, “You’ll be alright.”
Will you still love me?
Will you still love me?

The girl in the mirror.
The girl with your soul.
The girl that you should be.
The girl you don’t know.





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