As you look in a mirror starring at youre reflection, you see a broken glass

A broken glass that can not be fixed 

You tend to see your madness behind youre beauty 

Youre face brings the clouds and the sun out 

In youre mind its cloud and rain, with emotiones flowing out 

You cant see how amazing one is when we stare deep into the stories youre eys hold

You see grey but i see a colorful picture 

Youre enchanted personality, one you will never recognize 

Youre a fine china broken into pieces 

Pieces that can be put back together 

By the right hand of a mesmerizing angle that surrounds you 

Look in the mirror 

Now you will see youre beauty behind the madness