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Mirror Hanging On The Wall
Beautiful mirror above my bed
Do you see the crimson red?
Do you know the things I do
Just to find myself to be true?
Mirror hanging on my wall,
Do you see me when I fall?
Will I be caught before I'm down?
Or will I end up hitting ground?
Silver-framed mirror reflecting me
Do you know how bad things could be?
Do you know of anger and hate?
Could you predict anyone's fate?
Will I fall head over heels?
Or will I fake how love could feel?
If I do love, will I get hurt?
Will I lose grip, slip in the dirt?
Mirror which has been displaced
Broken peices in every place
Shards of so much broken glass
I had put together for time to pass
But now when I looked into you
I only saw the cracks upon glue
So broken mirror back on my wall,
Am I still myself after our fall?
